a lighter note

We just celebrated three birthdays within four days in second grade. I was musing with the art teacher about some huge blizzard or global blackout that must've occurred...encompassing Austria, Estonia and Turkey. Then I realized. They're all SEVEN. Happy birthday to all my millenium babies. ;>

dust yourself off...

You know, everytime I get knocked back in this adoption ride, it gets a little bit harder and takes a little bit longer to get back up and press on. After today's e-mail from sw#2 (she had concerns), I sense another knock-back coming. I'm calling her tomorrow.

Best get to bed so at least I'm well-rested for our conversation. (I'm already a little disgruntled that she didn't just call me...Why am I the one calling her? Need to try to sleep off that attitude.)

Prayer warriors, please standby.

how long is too long? (ironically--it's long)

I'm into year #3 living in Russia. There are times when I start to wonder if I've been in Russia too long. For instance, when I'm given a sturdy bag while out shopping and I think, "Wow--good bag. Better save this one." I'm talking about plastic shopping bags here. And I do save them. I hoard them. Good size, good quality and attractive--that's a keeper.

The way things went with the mechanics on Thursday made me realize how much better I understand the culture now than I did when I arrived. I remember how frustrated I was when the internet service I requested be turned on before I even arrived took MONTHS to be connected. Our new-hires at school commented on how patient I was waiting for my car to be fixed. Back in the US I could take the car to any quick oil change places and have them hook up the electric diagnoser. It would take minutes to figure out what was wrong.

We've been talking to mechanics for weeks. I've asked a friend to help instead of the office (political fallout expected because that's their job--but the guy in the office thinks it just needs a new battery. He's wrong.) We called a friend of hers who's a mechanic. He was on holiday. When we finally reached him (maybe a week later) he said he didn't work on my car, but gave us a reccommendation for a dealer. I avoid dealers in the US but was willing to give them a shot here..

When we finally reached the dealer, they said it would be three weeks before they'd be able to fit us in. They were remodelling their shop and only had one open bay. I didn't want to wait.

So, we called the mechanics that the consulate use. They don't do any electronic work. They recommended someone.

We called them. They said we had to drive it to them. (*note: remember this for later) I planned to call the jump start people (my battery is too big to be jump started by most cars available) and then drive it over. The electro boys said they could come and jump start it for the same price. I asked if they could just come and get it and drive it to their shop and was told definitively and resoundingly that they did not do that. (keep remembering) We were to call them back on the following Monday to see if they could come on Wednesday.

We did call Monday, and they said to call Wednesday. They'd see if they could fit us in. They work for the city as well (in some capacity) and if there were many accidents, then we'd get bumped. When we called on Wednesday at 10:30, they were still sleeping. We were to call back at 11:00. We're in class at 11, so we called at 12:30. Too late--but we were first on the list for the next day.

On Thursday, they said they'd come when they could fit us in. This is not the best option as I'm in class and cannot drive the car to their shop whenever they pop by. We asked if they'd come after 3:00. No. That would not be convenient. But, why was I worried about missing class? They always travel in pairs and one of them would drive my car to the shop. I just had to sign a release. (see why you had to remember?)

They came just as my class was headed to library. After much rigamarole (They enlisted the janitor to help them push the car about 20 feet away so that it would be more convenient...even though there was no one parked next to me on either side. They really didn't need to move my car. And the janitor, when I thanked him, replied that my grandchildren would pay. The secretary who was translating thought it was hysterical.) they had the car started and said that I should bring it to the shop in the next few days.

Being the experienced Russia-dweller that I've become, I said that they were meant to take the car with them. They said they couldn't. I said they must. They said they couldn't--they might get stopped on the way. I said all I had to do was sign a waiver and they could take it. They said they couldn't. I told them that the car would not start again if we turned it off and I could not leave. They said that if they wrote out a note and I signed it they'd risk the militsia.

The thing is, I wasn't really surprised by this and knew right away how to play the game. They also said that I might have my car that night (the office staff laughed knowingly and made the international money sign by rubbing thumb and fingers together). I didn't hold my breath. It's a good thing, because I still don't have my car. Neither have I heard from them. But...I'm still optimistic. Maybe I'll have it on Monday.

I don't think the patience our new-hires attributed to me is what I've gained in living here. It's closer to resignation--though without the despair or discontentment that connotates. Or, that I associate with that word. It's closer to acceptance and understanding--though without approval. And that lack of surprise in itself is a sign I've been here too long! The fact that I accept that things here work very differently is either a sign to move on...or an incredible sign of growth, maturity and tolerance. Yeah, I'm thinking the former.

(Blogger spellcheck irony--doesn't recognize internet.)

find your spot

One of my Allison-friends posted this link on our yahoo group. It asks you a bunch of questions and then tells you where your top spots to live in the US are.

My number one "match" (I use that term loosely) the first time I tried was:

"Mount Airy, North Carolina
Although known for its quaint and lovely small towns, North Carolina's Mount Airy shines above the rest. As the birthplace of Andy Griffith of The Andy Griffith Show fame, Mount Airy has a rightful claim to the moniker of "Small Town, USA". Aside from it's celebrity connections, this friendly, down-to-earth community has plenty for visitors to see and residents to love."

Umm...did they ignore my requirements of being near the arts and not in heat & humidity? Seems so... And, I don't like Andy Griffith--the show. I have no strong opinions on Andy as a person.

Maybe I'll go tweak my answers.

I broadened my search. Mount Airy still comes in the top 20 no matter what. The other place that consistently scores high is Lancaster, Ohio. (Although I did say I wanted less bureaucracy and government involvement...hmmm...Have these guys ever been to Ohio?)

Friends in Chattanooga will be glad to hear that it was high on my list of matches coming in at #7. (It's actually #8, but Salt Lake City was higher and I'd never live there. So we'll call it #7.) Funnily, this quiz classifies both Chattanooga and Colorado Springs as big cities. I'd call them small cities...

Romanovs?

I've been fascinated by the Romanovs for a long time now. It was in junior high that I first read Anastasia: The Riddle of Anna Anderson and Nicholas and Alexandra. They started me on a quest to learn more about this family. When I read, I am a character. Maybe that's the actress in me...or maybe it's just the ME in me. I have a need to strongly identify with one character and read from there. I like Anastasia. She intrigues me. And, I'll openly admit that Anna Anderson has me firmly in her camp. I don't care what they say--I'm a believer.

You know the horribly tragic story, I'm sure. The royal family was taken captive in 1917 by the Bolsheviks, eventually transferred to Ekaterinburg, and finally executed along with their few remaining servants. But, things get a little murky. There are confusing and conflicting reports, many of which sound like flimsy excuses for incompetence. (Seriously--why would they bury two of the bodies in a different place? Why? And, even if they did, why those two? Why not the tsar and tsarevich? This separate burial scheme alone makes no sense. I won't even get started on all the inconsistencies and ridiculous suppositions that have been accepted by some as fact.)

There was a report in The Guardian yesterday as well as in other news sources about the finding of the potential remains of Tsarevitch Alexei Romanov and one of his sisters that have been missing since the rest of the family's remains were supposedly found. (There is controversy about whether or not the first set of bones actually belonged to the Tsar and his family.)

I don't really have a nice summation for this post. I think you should go and read the article. I think you should also go and read some of the original evidence about the last days of the Romanov family. (It was all saved--though not methodically or carefully--and notes from various parties involved are still available today.) You can read some historical fiction if your prefer and latch on to that, though, naturally, there is more author's pov to wade through in that genre than in non-fiction; although non-fiction doesn't mean unbiased. (The Romanov Prophecy is a quick-reading thriller. I didn't like The Kitchen Boy. Post your favs in the comments!) Then, you can decide for yourself.

snacks

All this peanut butter talk has made me hungry.

Here are some Russian snack foods...or, more accurately, snack foods you can buy in Russia. My Russian teacher had never had the one pictured on the left before coming to my flat for a lesson. Now, she's competely hooked. The large snack on the left is called "crunchy". It's tasty--sort like peanut brittle. Aside from its tastiness, I also appreciate the innovative, forward-thinking that went into it. (I don't see a lot of that around here.) Basically, the bakery at Okey took the leftover seeds and nuts from the day's breadmaking and tossed them into some buttery-sugary concoction. I don't buy this often, but it is yummy.

The smaller snacks are called "dry". (At least with these names you know what sort of snack food you're getting.) They're my pretzel substitute. Yes, we do have pretzels here now, but we didn't when I first arrived. As least, I didn't find any. But, even with pretzels available, I choose these instead. I've gotten hooked on them. When I still drank Coke (Ahhh...good times.) that was a perfect complement to these. I still eat them now, though not as often. I do keep a bag at school for emergencies. As you can see, I like my "dry" with poppy seeds. There are also plain varieties.

Enjoy!

world view

Edited because I had a temporary braincloud.

I've been watching Trading Spaces on my slingbox. (I like the new-to-me format of no host.) There's a commercial that is on that I half heard while I was checking something online. (I was probably reading your blog.) It says something to the effect of:

We're all different.
We look different.
We play different games.
We do different things to relax.
But there's one thing we can all agree on...the comforting taste of a peanut butter sandwich.

This CRACKED ME UP! It's such an American stereotype and so true. The rest of the world is puzzled by this foodstuff of ours. They can take it or leave it. Most seem to prefer to leave it. Most of the world doesn't do the whole drinking milk thing either, which I think is the perfect complement to a pb sandwich. Actually, I like a glass of skimmed milk almost anytime. (yeah, big party girl here--so not) But I digress. The topic is the joys of peanut butter.

So, to lighten things up and to keep you reading until there's either exciting cultural or adoption news to report... comment and tell us all how you like your peanut butter.

I like Creamy Jiff
a. with honey
b. on toast
c. with jam (raspberry or apricot these days but I loooove blackberry)
d. grilled with jam (I think grape--or blackberry--jam is the best for this option.)
e. out of the jar (dire emergencies only)

HOW COULD I FORGET???
f. on bananas
g. in a pbb (peanut butter & banana) sandwich
h. on sour apples (the apples I've had here are often grainy--ick)
i. I have a GREAT sandwich with mashed bananas mixed with pb, honey and small chopped up apples--yum
j. on bagels or English muffins (I remember those...)
k. I'm sure there are other ways I'm forgetting...
l. I don't like it on celery. Celery cannot be redeemed even by peanut butter in my opinion. I do *not* like celery.

My little newly-from-America girl had a fluffernutter sandwich for lunch today. Not my fav, but it made me smile. She was delighted.

good news?

I received this e-mail:

"The committee has your documents, and they will let the office know when they have reviewed them."

So, this could be REALLY good news! But, it's so out of the blue that I don't know quite what's going on...and there is no updated hs yet...so....I think it's good news. Heck, I think any documentary action is good. (Okay, not the lions attacking wildebeast kind, but I couldn't resist that image.)

**Note: I didn't mean to imply that my documents were being registered. Oh, no. The committee just has my documents for review and not for filing. But, I still think this is good news.

Thanks for all your kind comments on my classroom. I think it looks great! I found out today (when most of my students arrived--they take up space, too) that it's too small for the extra table I had in there. So, now it's just the 16 desks, a couch and a bookcase, and the three computers. Not sure how long the computers will last...

where've i been?

Here've I been:

I painted my classroom (light green with polka dots, though the light green is washed out in these pix)...


...recovered the couch...


...put up bulletin boards...


and just generally got ready for today. It was open house! I met many of my students and am looking forward to our first day together tomorrow. For now, this tired teacher is off to bed. The first week is always l-o-n-g.

(No adoption news. My agency is still trying to get around the latest Interpol clearance and my hs update is still in process. They haven't found my lease yet.)

new holiday?

Salutations, friends. School's back in session (parents come Monday and students come Tuesday) so my blogging time as been curtailed. I just wondered how many of you saw this article
that has been making the rounds. Little did I know that September 12 (my sister's birthday) is a new holiday in Russia. It's conception day. Couples are given the day off from work to boost the declining birth rate in Russia. There are substantial prizes given to families who give birth on 12 June (Russia Day--that holiday that no two people call the same thing). The article also touches on the Family Capital Law that went into effect in January.

ps No, we don't get the day off from school.

how hot is it?

It's so hot that the butter in the butterdish on my counter has melted. **not all of it, but a significant part of it And, the kitchen isn't my hottest room.

no more V

Oh, dear. V is not working for my agency. That is not the good news I wanted to post.

one prolonged grumble

It's still hot.

I just got an e-mail from my agency asking for all sorts of paperwork I've already sent them...including THE LEASE. I was feeling like we were making progress, that we were almost there, and now I feel like someone who is walking on romper-stompers for the first time. (Remember those? You had to concentrate so hard the first time you wore them to just pick up one foot and put it in front of the other one. It was a huge effort.)

My car is b-r-o-k-e-n and school starts the day after tomorrow. I didn't learn enough Russian this summer, I didn't do enough ballet and I didn't lose enough weight. Everyone's class size is dropping except for mine. They only delivered 12 of my desks. I twisted my knee, there's a blister on my little toe, and I have a heat rash. I'm sick of every kind of food we have in this city and every piece of clothing I own.

I don't want to deal with any people. No one. I'm unplugging the phone, turning off the computer, taking a cool, lavender bath and some St. John's Wort and going to bed with my new book. I may or may not get dressed tomorrow.

Haven't I done enough? Apparently not. So I'll keep "doing". Just not today.

I'm hot and weary and frustrated.

And, to make it all worse, in case I didn't make it clear, it's still HOT!

I promise to post happier things tomorrow.

whether the weather is hot

Every class I've taught has loved this poem:


Whether the weather is cold
Or whether the weather is hot
Whether the weather is fine
Or whether the weather is not
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not

Right now, it. is. hot.

Highs are hovering around 86 F-88 F. I can hear you laughing and sniggering and calling into account my definition of hot. While I freely admit to being a wimp when it comes to heat, I will say, in my own defense, that it feels much hotter. Even my beach-loving, sun-seeking friend Kat agrees that it's horribly hot right now. It's not humid (I lived in the South. I know humid.) here, but the heat gets trapped by the buildings...and there's no a/c anywhere. The US consulate is stifling. I've got three fans on, lights off, curtains drawn and am showering over and over. Sometimes it's a little cooler out on the bridges (the breeze!) but not always.

My poor cat is not weathering the weather very well. She's been sprawled out on her back, paws hovering, immobile for the last few days. She's a kind, affectionate, beautiful cat...but not the smartest cat I've ever had. She won't go and retreat to the cooler rooms (the bathroom tile is fairly cool) and leave me. (Maybe she's just incredibly loyal.)

Yesterday I took her into the bedroom, which is on the cooler side of the house, and we read the latest "Harry Potter" book. As long as I was there, she was content to stay put. We ventured out to use the computer, but are about to retreat to cooler climes (well, the bedroom feels like it's a different climate right now). I've got the two newest Jasper Fforde books to keep us occupied. I'll see you when the heat breaks. Of course, if news breaks first we'll venture out and let you know.

fingerprints? check!

Fingerprints? Check!

Most of you know that my fingerprints expired in June. I ordered a new set from fingerprints-r-us and they've arrived! I find the selection available there is excellent--a nice variety of whirls and swirls. And, they fit wonderfully. These fingerprints will last another year before expiring.

Silly, Kate! (That is a common refrain amongst my under-5 friends.)

Yes, in today's post, I received my FBI clearance. I also received two packages from home with everyday things I asked for, THREE new books, and some eBay purchases. (It's a good thing school is starting soon. I need less eBay time.) It was a good post day--again!

I've sent my fbi clearance on to my sw already, so...any bets? When will my hs be finished?

a little help here?

I need some car help. (Where are my brothers when I need them...)

Something is draining my battery and I think it's the starter. Or something ignition-ish. I had my car jumpstarted the day before yesterday (note: it won't be jumpstarted by an ordinary car, only by the AAA equivalent--maybe my battery is too big?) and then last night it wouldn't start! Now, I only drove it to the store and back (about 30 minutes each way) so maybe it didn't get charged enough...but it still seems wrong to me.

Now, and the last two times I had to jumpstart it (the first jump lasted longer...maybe two weeks), it doesn't turn over. It sounds a little like a machine gun when you turn the key. The lights and radio still work.

Any ideas? I could use the help because now I'll be dealing with people in two languages I barely speak--Russian and car.

p.s. Do you find it helpful or redundant to have the parenthetical remarks in a smaller font? I think both...but redundancy is bad and helpfulness is good. Oh! Just heard my friend Scott's voice in my head saying, "Kate, don't be helpful." Hmm...

Edited to add: The person in charge of vehicles at school and I had a brief pow-wow. He agrees that it's my battery, that it wouldn't start because the other battery was too small, and that I need a jump. He also said if I brought it to school he'd hook it up to a charger. Great! Let's hope this solves the problem.

wassup?

Guess what I am doing right now. If you guessed blogging you're half right--and get points for stating the obvious.

If you guessed watching live US television, you win the grand prize.

"But how," you ask, furrowing your brow in puzzlement, "is this possible? Are you back in the US?" How quickly your quizzicality turns to accusation. "You didn't tell us you were coming home. Why didn't you schedule a visit with us while you're back!"

Before your feelings get hurt (because of course I'd want to come and visit you if I was back in the US) the answer is no, I'm not back in the US. My mom and sister had a slingbox installed. It takes the programming on their tv and slings it through their computer to mine. Cool, huh? And, since my slingbox is hooked up to a dvr, I can record programs (ummm...Lost, General Hospital, House...) and watch them when it's convenient. We're already planning weekly ex-pat House nights. Cool, huh? I'm thinking that Sesame Street will be vital soon.

Please, let me need Sesame Street soon.

progress...of sorts

I often get stopped and asked for directions when I'm out walking. I was thinking about the progression in my Russian skills in relation to direction giving. Here's the progression of my responses:

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

I'm sorry, I speak a tiny bit of Russian.

(I hear: Devoshka (girl), sltjeislkgdfeutsdk seoitsvlsteskgsjldj Aurora?)
and reply, "Aurora? To the right."

Yesterday I heard, "Devoshka (girl), ksdjfoeifjs Gdye (where) dkjslkdjfiefkdfksdjf?"

And I replied, "I speak a little Russian. Please repeat?"

He apologized and said he was asking where the Gorkovskaya Metro was, and prepared to leave--obviously thinking I didn't know/couldn't tell. HA!

I said, "Yes, I know. The park..." and pointed at said park...

He asked, "After the park?"

I replied, "Yes, after the little park, is a big park to the right. In the center of the big park is the Metro."

His girlfriend understood and they headed off.

Okay, it's not a dissertation on, well, anything. But, I think it's progress!

(clever segue)

Hopefully sw #2 is making progress on my hs. She is back from vacation today. I exercised restraint and didn't e-mail her while she was gone. I e-mailed her scans of all my documents this morning (except for the FBI check that I'm hoping comes in this week's post...it should...). I've already written up all the changes she needs to make. So, it shouldn't take her long. She didn't confirm receipt of the documents (I just e-mailed and asked for that), though, which makes me wonder if she's really back and working...

We really should be on track for a new hs to be finished about the same time my agency receives accreditation.

Edited to add: SW #2 responded to my request for confirmation. She couldn't unzip my scans. So, I changed them to jpeg, resent them, and voila! She has info.

talking rabbits

Here's another literary quiz for you (with thanks to chou-chou).

You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

One of the greatest people of all time? This is a very insightful quiz. ;>

the eyes have it

How quickly can you pick up an eye infection?

I was at the children's homes on Wednesday, had a rotten night Wednesday with itchy eyes, insomnia and sensitive ankles (I promise I'm not making that up. How could I?) and woke up Thursday with red, oozy, itchy eyes and a low-grade fever. I've put some Neosporin** on them, and they're better, but not well yet.

**Okay, don't laugh. I meant to do this. One time, while I was acting professionally and had no insurance, I got pink eye. I put some antibiotic ointment that was left over from the time I had surgery on my foot to remove a piece of glass on my itchy, oozy eyes. I have no idea what prompted me to do so. The next day, at the doc-in-the-box, my eyes were completely clear! Doctor said my ointment application was probably more effective than the rx eyedrops b/c the ointment stayed on the eye.

Wanted to close with Neosporin's new tagline: "The better to see you with, my dear."

DISCLAIMER: The tube says not to put this in your eyes. So don't. Something bad might happen to you. Just because it passed the it-doesn't-hurt-so-how-could-it-harm? test administered by Kate, and has proved effective several times over, doesn't mean you should try this. (I, however, live in Russia. 'Nuff said.) I disclaim all responsibility for any outcomes of you sticking things in your eye.