This morning I got up at the traditional time, 9:00am, and hobbled downstairs to find my glasses. After I set the coffee pot, I plugged in the transformer, which weights about 20 pounds by the way, and then plugged in my toaster. Then I hand sliced a loaf of bread and toasted a couple of pieces. They have dozens of kinds of honey here so today I sampled a new kind. I didn't like it. I'll go back to last week's flavor.
After a couple hours of homeschool, I prepared a big lunch and cooked up some meat for later. The onions are different here too and they leave you crying for an hour after you cut them. I made fun of my husband last week when he cut them, but today I ate some humble pie with red, stinging eyes.
Then I went to work with my hubby. This sounds just as simple as "I went to Wal-mart", but it's nothing like. We commuted an hour, both by bus and metro. We spent an hour in the commissary (appropriately called the Liberty Store) where I bought tax free American groceries like Campbell's Tomato Soup and Domino powdered sugar. The bonus in this deal is that if you spend more than $100 at the store, they deliver to your house. This means that instead of carrying six bags of groceries back on the bus with me, I left with only my kids and my backpack. I'm thinking it's worth the overpriced items I purchased just for this peace of mind.
During our brief visit, I also stopped at the Post Office where I had three boxes waiting. I was very excited to get the snow boots I ordered, but my son was less than excited to discover that his pair were brown and pink. I tried to make the best of it, but I'll end up sending them back. Boys can tolerate some things in a world of sisters, but pink boots aren't one of them.
I'm back home and sitting here alone at 21:36 (that's 9:36pm) and counting backwards to try to remember what it is that you are doing right now. Maybe you're waiting to watch the world series. I'm stuck watching a compressed version of yesterday's game, but hey, whether we're here or there, the Giants still won.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Shopping Day
Today my family and I went to market. With several Spartan Green canvas bags in hand, four small children, a stroller, and virtually no Russian language skills, we climbed aboard the bus. Some of my preconceived notions about Russia were true. Old women still wear skirts, knee-length boots, scarves on their heads, and thick pantyhose that slump at the ankles. Younger women have bad hair dye jobs and put sparkles on nearly all of their clothing, even if their coats look like something from the 1980s that we would make fun of at goodwill.
As we walked through the town, stopping at several different stores where prices or selection were better than the last, people ogled at our parade of brightly colored coats and small people. In this big city today, I saw only one pregnant woman. Apparently, they go into hiding until their kids are four. I have yet to see a family with more than two children. Of course, where we live, American families have more, but Russian families can only afford one or two. Seeing four kids with the same parents is very odd.
I decided that although I had no intentions of going on a diet while here, the best diet plan in the world would be-----move to Russia. Here’s why. When I got on the bus, I had coat, hat and mittens on to protect me from the brisk 32 degrees outside. On the bus it was about 100 degrees and so I immediately began sweating inside my coat. Back outside to walk the block and then inside again to a store. This pattern went on and on so I was both exercising and sweating. Also, my husband and I had to carry whatever groceries we purchased so I thought twice about snacks and stuff that taste good, but are heavy and expensive.
Three hours later, we took the bus home after spending about 6,000r. My favorite item of the day was the alarm clock that my hubby bought. He’s been using some prehistoric wind up thing that ticks in the night and sounds like a fire alarm in the morning. He also bought a watch battery so he won’t miss the bus anymore and hold up at dinner. These things were priceless.
We got home, ate a big lunch and totaled our receipts. We were overcharged 500r (about $15) for who-knows-why at one store. Maybe it was our accents? Anyway, the Nutella I snuck into the cart was carefully put in a high cupboard for my own secret enjoyment. I have no idea how much I actually paid for that, but I’m sure it was worth it.
As we walked through the town, stopping at several different stores where prices or selection were better than the last, people ogled at our parade of brightly colored coats and small people. In this big city today, I saw only one pregnant woman. Apparently, they go into hiding until their kids are four. I have yet to see a family with more than two children. Of course, where we live, American families have more, but Russian families can only afford one or two. Seeing four kids with the same parents is very odd.
I decided that although I had no intentions of going on a diet while here, the best diet plan in the world would be-----move to Russia. Here’s why. When I got on the bus, I had coat, hat and mittens on to protect me from the brisk 32 degrees outside. On the bus it was about 100 degrees and so I immediately began sweating inside my coat. Back outside to walk the block and then inside again to a store. This pattern went on and on so I was both exercising and sweating. Also, my husband and I had to carry whatever groceries we purchased so I thought twice about snacks and stuff that taste good, but are heavy and expensive.
Three hours later, we took the bus home after spending about 6,000r. My favorite item of the day was the alarm clock that my hubby bought. He’s been using some prehistoric wind up thing that ticks in the night and sounds like a fire alarm in the morning. He also bought a watch battery so he won’t miss the bus anymore and hold up at dinner. These things were priceless.
We got home, ate a big lunch and totaled our receipts. We were overcharged 500r (about $15) for who-knows-why at one store. Maybe it was our accents? Anyway, the Nutella I snuck into the cart was carefully put in a high cupboard for my own secret enjoyment. I have no idea how much I actually paid for that, but I’m sure it was worth it.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
First Family Day
This morning I slept in until 9am as did my entire family! My husband taught me the word for hello last night before bed and I repeated it so I wouldn’t forget. It’s pronounced Zdraz-voot-ya. Sure enough, I woke up saying it.
Number 3 ran into our room with a tooth in her hand. I didn’t even know she had a loose one. We all got up in a frenzy to make it to the 10 o’clock bus to the metro station. We rode a dilapidated bus a few miles with lots of Filipino ladies wanting to touch my kids’ hair and then we took the metro into the city.
We arrived about a block from Red Square and did some minimal window shopping. After all, walking on brick with one stroller and four kids tends to take awhile. Plus, we’ve only been here five days so we’re still somewhat out-of-sorts. I thought number 1’s face was going to crack as she was squealing about the fact that she was at a place that she had seen in her history book back home. Definitely an A+ parenting moment.
We saw a couple of wedding parties go by and Number 3 couldn’t get over the fact that nearly all Russian women wear “shiny shoes with heels.” We paid for a porta-potty (20 rubles, about 67 cents) and hoped everybody else would hold it until we got home. After a walk around the Kremlin, a picnic lunch, and Russian ice-cream from a vendor, we took the metro back home.
We raced in the door, changed our clothes (dignitary appropriate) and headed for the bus stop where a school bus took us to the Embassy for a meet and greet with Arnold Schwarzenegger, former Terminator and current Governor of California. Like most things, it is hard to explain to four hungry, tired children how important an event like this could be in their young lives. Numbers 2 and 4 stood in the front row with their friends and he shook my son’s hand. Number 2 came up to us afterward with a huge smile on his face and said “I’ve got to call Papa and tell him!” He may not know much, but he knew Papa had seen him in movies before and would be impressed.
Anyway, not much energy left to infuse this entry with laughter, but at least I recorded it somewhere so it won’t be forgotten. I've gotta go put some rubles under a pillow.
Number 3 ran into our room with a tooth in her hand. I didn’t even know she had a loose one. We all got up in a frenzy to make it to the 10 o’clock bus to the metro station. We rode a dilapidated bus a few miles with lots of Filipino ladies wanting to touch my kids’ hair and then we took the metro into the city.
We arrived about a block from Red Square and did some minimal window shopping. After all, walking on brick with one stroller and four kids tends to take awhile. Plus, we’ve only been here five days so we’re still somewhat out-of-sorts. I thought number 1’s face was going to crack as she was squealing about the fact that she was at a place that she had seen in her history book back home. Definitely an A+ parenting moment.
We saw a couple of wedding parties go by and Number 3 couldn’t get over the fact that nearly all Russian women wear “shiny shoes with heels.” We paid for a porta-potty (20 rubles, about 67 cents) and hoped everybody else would hold it until we got home. After a walk around the Kremlin, a picnic lunch, and Russian ice-cream from a vendor, we took the metro back home.
We raced in the door, changed our clothes (dignitary appropriate) and headed for the bus stop where a school bus took us to the Embassy for a meet and greet with Arnold Schwarzenegger, former Terminator and current Governor of California. Like most things, it is hard to explain to four hungry, tired children how important an event like this could be in their young lives. Numbers 2 and 4 stood in the front row with their friends and he shook my son’s hand. Number 2 came up to us afterward with a huge smile on his face and said “I’ve got to call Papa and tell him!” He may not know much, but he knew Papa had seen him in movies before and would be impressed.
Anyway, not much energy left to infuse this entry with laughter, but at least I recorded it somewhere so it won’t be forgotten. I've gotta go put some rubles under a pillow.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
After flying with my kids for 15 hours, number 3 clearly stated a time-honored motto “it is impossible to be comfortable on airplanes.” Despite that, we made it to Russia. I headed to the diplomatic passport line and then waited. I waited…waited…and waited some more. For the first time during the trip, my kids started getting cranky, rude, and whiny. I felt like whining myself but I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.
After two hours, we got through the line to see my hubby on the other side. After collecting all the baggage, we flagged our driver who took us home. It felt so good to finally be there.
A friend made us dinner and we all managed to stay up fairly late here so as to avoid jet lag. We went to bed last night and woke up 13 hours later, which was 11am here. Hubby went to work at 6 (actually I have no idea when, I am just guessing). I found myself some pants among the suitcases, got the kids breakfast and then they went outside to ride their very own bikes.
Shortly after, repairmen arrived to fix something upstairs in the attic. They carefully explained to me in broken English that they had to replace the emergency heat which still runs in case of a power outage. What a good idea. They were here a little while when number 2 came running to tell me his bike tube was flat. I know I shipped extras but I can’t tell you where since Daddy unpacked the shipment. I went outside to look in the garage. I removed the tire and an English speaking worker came over to help me. He was very kind. He said to me “I glad you here. Your husband miss-ed you.” I explained that I miss-ed him too. If anyone has heard number 4 speak, she always emphasizes the ‘ed’ sound in words. It’s great.
A little while later, the foreman of the crew asked for my help. I agreed and we went upstairs. He needed me to turn on the dryer. I know this sounds simple. It probably is, but I haven’t been here 24 hours yet and haven’t done laundry. I tried everything and he was getting frustrated. Then he told me to call my husband and I realized, I have no idea how to get in contact with him at work. The foreman started looking through my kitchen for the manuals muttering to himself in Russian and I just stood there. He said, “We always keep in drawer. No move them.” I explained again, I have only been here one day.
My husband will be home soon. He will fix the tire and find the manuals. My friend offered to keep the kids so he and I could get some dinner alone. Number 1 told her “you are such a good person.” She is. I’m going to get washed up, if I can only find the shampoo…..
After two hours, we got through the line to see my hubby on the other side. After collecting all the baggage, we flagged our driver who took us home. It felt so good to finally be there.
A friend made us dinner and we all managed to stay up fairly late here so as to avoid jet lag. We went to bed last night and woke up 13 hours later, which was 11am here. Hubby went to work at 6 (actually I have no idea when, I am just guessing). I found myself some pants among the suitcases, got the kids breakfast and then they went outside to ride their very own bikes.
Shortly after, repairmen arrived to fix something upstairs in the attic. They carefully explained to me in broken English that they had to replace the emergency heat which still runs in case of a power outage. What a good idea. They were here a little while when number 2 came running to tell me his bike tube was flat. I know I shipped extras but I can’t tell you where since Daddy unpacked the shipment. I went outside to look in the garage. I removed the tire and an English speaking worker came over to help me. He was very kind. He said to me “I glad you here. Your husband miss-ed you.” I explained that I miss-ed him too. If anyone has heard number 4 speak, she always emphasizes the ‘ed’ sound in words. It’s great.
A little while later, the foreman of the crew asked for my help. I agreed and we went upstairs. He needed me to turn on the dryer. I know this sounds simple. It probably is, but I haven’t been here 24 hours yet and haven’t done laundry. I tried everything and he was getting frustrated. Then he told me to call my husband and I realized, I have no idea how to get in contact with him at work. The foreman started looking through my kitchen for the manuals muttering to himself in Russian and I just stood there. He said, “We always keep in drawer. No move them.” I explained again, I have only been here one day.
My husband will be home soon. He will fix the tire and find the manuals. My friend offered to keep the kids so he and I could get some dinner alone. Number 1 told her “you are such a good person.” She is. I’m going to get washed up, if I can only find the shampoo…..
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