Settling In...At Last
August 28, 2006
We are home and things have settled.
School started last Monday for the upper grades, I had three kids. We got off to a slow start as we were all very frustrated and more than a little depressed by our homecoming. It’s amazing how much things can change here without ever making it different.
Ernie decided he had had enough and he resigned. He has worked in West Africa for eight years, but finally came to the conclusion that he needed time with his family. It seems a little late to me as his children are all grown, but he was happy and so I am happy for him. Tuesday night was a big party for his going.
Zachary was the only child present. He entertains himself well, especially at the club where there is a selection of toys to keep him busy. The legos always attract his attention. Our routine is to get a bag and gather enough legos to build an airplane. He was playing happily on the floor near the entrance to the bar, talking to his plane, flying around the world, when Richard Cox (you know…Dick!) walked in. He immediately addressed Zachary and spent some time chatting.
I was his next victim. He sought me out (maybe because he knew I was less then sober). He then proceeded to compliment me up and down on our child. He regaled me with praise for the brilliance of our child, claiming all the while that such a clever child must have extremely clever parents. I was a little dumbstruck, but ever grateful for the PR man I have for a son.
Thankfully, our bags arrived Wednesday and Anna had a home by Friday. It took some cajoling, a task Anna is ever capable of and does not shy away from (unlike our boss). She is now moved in and settled, which is good considering she started classes today.
Zman was ecstatic at starting school again. He was energized by the fact that he has a new teacher and practically ran the short distance to school. Oh, but hey, I almost forgot; we had a birthday party for the little man on Friday. There were four other kids who had birthdays around the same time so we had a big bash for everyone. There were five cakes, lots of food, and games galore. Just about the time everyone was ready for a swim, Zachary asked if we could play Musical Chairs. We obliged him, but guess who the first one out was? We played a second round, but again he was excluded immediately. We finally jumped in the pool and cooled off.
Maybe things are settling down. I hope so. I have a tough year ahead of me and I need to focus on that task, not a whole bunch of other crap. We discovered that it will cost $450 to ship Z’s bag. Fortunately, Kevin has volunteered to go through it and ship only the things we need (like Thomas and friends).
MJR
We are home and things have settled.
School started last Monday for the upper grades, I had three kids. We got off to a slow start as we were all very frustrated and more than a little depressed by our homecoming. It’s amazing how much things can change here without ever making it different.
Ernie decided he had had enough and he resigned. He has worked in West Africa for eight years, but finally came to the conclusion that he needed time with his family. It seems a little late to me as his children are all grown, but he was happy and so I am happy for him. Tuesday night was a big party for his going.
Zachary was the only child present. He entertains himself well, especially at the club where there is a selection of toys to keep him busy. The legos always attract his attention. Our routine is to get a bag and gather enough legos to build an airplane. He was playing happily on the floor near the entrance to the bar, talking to his plane, flying around the world, when Richard Cox (you know…Dick!) walked in. He immediately addressed Zachary and spent some time chatting.
I was his next victim. He sought me out (maybe because he knew I was less then sober). He then proceeded to compliment me up and down on our child. He regaled me with praise for the brilliance of our child, claiming all the while that such a clever child must have extremely clever parents. I was a little dumbstruck, but ever grateful for the PR man I have for a son.
Thankfully, our bags arrived Wednesday and Anna had a home by Friday. It took some cajoling, a task Anna is ever capable of and does not shy away from (unlike our boss). She is now moved in and settled, which is good considering she started classes today.
Zman was ecstatic at starting school again. He was energized by the fact that he has a new teacher and practically ran the short distance to school. Oh, but hey, I almost forgot; we had a birthday party for the little man on Friday. There were four other kids who had birthdays around the same time so we had a big bash for everyone. There were five cakes, lots of food, and games galore. Just about the time everyone was ready for a swim, Zachary asked if we could play Musical Chairs. We obliged him, but guess who the first one out was? We played a second round, but again he was excluded immediately. We finally jumped in the pool and cooled off.
Maybe things are settling down. I hope so. I have a tough year ahead of me and I need to focus on that task, not a whole bunch of other crap. We discovered that it will cost $450 to ship Z’s bag. Fortunately, Kevin has volunteered to go through it and ship only the things we need (like Thomas and friends).
MJR
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