The Bazaar

How much?  That’s the question I was asking myself again.  How much for a white female newborn?  I have had these thoughts before.  I have even blogged about these thoughts before.  But, I could not get the thought of a Middle Eastern bazaar out of my head, and the nomadic Arab traders that I would be selling my screaming non-consolable daughter to.  And then I remembered my old trick... Bad late night TV.

Bad late night TV got me through the terroristic hold Gracie’s crying had on me.  Nights when I was scared to fall asleep because I knew that the screaming would start.  Nights I knew would never end.  Nights I was sure that would turn me into a raging lunatic.  Bad late night TV got me through the random nights I was up with Gage. Fortunately for Gage, he did most of his crying before bed time and sanity was able to return each night.  But not now, nights don’t end again.  But maybe bad late night TV can help.

The problem is this… I don’t have cable anymore. 

So, I courageously turn to Netflix and say a silent prayer. There is hope, Netflix has plenty of bad TV options.  But they also have plenty of good TV options.  So what do I do?  I know I will never find another “Alone in the Wilderness”.  Instead, I found Narcos. Can’t beat violence and drugs and Pablo Escobar!

I love TV like this.  You get to learn something and be entertained at the same time.  There is some fact checking that has to go on due to some artistic license that is taken, but it is generally accurate.  It gives a great description of what was going on during the days of the Medellin cartel and the DEA/Colombian government effort to rid themselves of the problem.  Pretty amazing the amount of violence and corruption that occurred.  Makes you happy to be born a 1^st world citizen.

At its height, the cartel was bringing in $60 mil A DAY! It got so big and profitable that at one point Pablo offered to pay off the entire Colombian government’s debt to gain amnesty.  He got turned down, but that is some serious cash.  Of course it ended badly for Escobar, but it’s an interesting story.  And, he made the current scum running the current drug operations around the world looks like amateurs.  Something to think about anyway.

I don’t know when the crying stopped exactly.  I heard Emilee’s voice calling down the basement steps to check on us and I realized it was quiet and Sophie was asleep curled up on my chest.  Peaceful, still, and beautiful.  The thoughts of the bazaar have retreated far into the fog of my 5 AM haze.  But, I still have its address remembered for the next time!

Stay Safe!

Rob