Thursday, June 21, 2001

WHY Do I Do This?

I'm having one of those bad expat days where I can't see the value in this, everything is too hard and too stupid, *I'm* too stupid . . .

It started because the one toilet that's not a shelf variety wouldn't stop running. It seems every time I turn around there's another wonderful discovery about this house. I can't figure out how to fix it, so I have to turn off the water at the wall until I need to use it.

Then this morning we had NO water at all. There's some sort of construction creeping down the street toward us, and I'm sure this has something to do with it. I asked at playgroup this morning, and the host mom, who lives around the corner said she had the same thing. Another mom who lives farther up the hill says she has water (although they are on a septic system and not municipal sewage), but hasn't had electricity several hours a day recently. I guess I'd rather have electricity than water, but still. I couldn't brush my teeth (never thought of using all that bottled water I have), I need a shower (my hair is really greasy), I didn't get a chance to shave my legs (which meant wearing shorts was sort of ugh, but it's finally a little warmer and my jeans are dirty anyhow . . . ). So we tried to laugh about it at playgroup and concluded no kissing and the other moms would try to refrain from touching my legs.

I walked over to playgroup (UPPPP hill there, DOOOOOWN hill home) with the girls in the double stroller. I met a man walking down the hill as I was who said "blahblahblah" to me (actually, in Slovak, it would be more like "vy'lkzchzrq!"). I looked confused and he said, "Deutch? French?" I said "Un peu. Espanol?" He laughed and said something in French that I interpreted as "You need a handbrake on that thing, eh?" He was nice and all, but I hate playing What Language Do We Have In Common.

So I took the girls to the mall for lunch at the Food Court.

Eleanor had her usual Happy Meal. I decided to branch out and try the place that serves what they call Thai food, but which isn't. I had some sort of chicken and vegetables and rice. It was presented in a plastic plate with sections. It was a flimsy plate. There were no trays. I wanted a salad, too, but with the plastic silverware in one hand and the flimsy plate, I could choose between a beverage (which I had to buy in a bottle instead from the fountain so I could put the bottle in my shorts pocket) and a salad. I was brave and got both, but sheesh! I would spend more money if they'd make it easier. Nothing makes me crazier than trying to exchange money for goods or services when the seller doesn't seem to want my money!

We ate. It was okay.

I finally took a deep breath and decided to venture into the Slovak quick and cheap haircut place so I could get someone to cut Isabel's hair. I couldn't tell if it was Appointment Land or Take a Number. Surly Teenage Stylist tried to indicate something about 5:00 on my watch (I think she meant 5 minutes, but I couldn't tell), sort of rolled her eyes, yelled in Slovak, "Can someone help this woman. I can't understand what she wants." Kind Colleague came over and said, "Deutch?" "I said, "Espanol?" (are you noticing a theme here?). She continued to address me in German until I said, "Wait?" She nodded, so we sat down.

Got Isabel's haircut. I noticed that Surly Teenage Stylist worked reeeally slowly on her client so she wouldn't have to deal with me. Too bad for her. I tip. The haircut was 50 crowns ($1). It looks nice, but sure emphasizes her EARS now.

Then I thought I'd look in the Carrefour for something vegetable other than cabbage or peppers. On the way I stopped in the shoe store for a look. It was a sort of self-serve place with boxes under the model shoes. I was looking for something to fit my size 41 boats, and a young woman came over and said, "blahblahblah." I handed her the box of shoes and said, "Maybe?" Then I tried to find another pair of little school slippers for Baboo because I had seen kids wearing a dog version (she has kitty ones). Different woman came over. Isabel was getting bored and started to cry. Eleanor wouldn't put her foot on the measuring device so I could read it. The shoes that fit had no relation to the size indicated by her foot. The woman disappeared and came back with something that seemed to fit fine. I went to pay, and couldn't find the first woman or what she had done with my size 41 boats. Second woman finds her (I was ready to give up on the whole thing). I managed to pay with exact change. Isabel is still fussing.

I go into the Carrefour and remember that I had dropped of film the other day. I have no idea how this works or even if the pictures are ready. I go over where the drop box is because I thought the sign there said to ask the woman at the next booth (I think she was taking applications for Carrefour credit cards) for your pictures. I show her my receipt. She points across the way to the kiosk where you buy film. I go over there, wait my turn (Isabel is really going now), show her my receipt. She points me toward the drop box and Carrefour credit card lady. I say, "She sent me over here," and film lady turns her back and refuses to look at me.

I think about crying. It worked well in Taiwan.

I drag the girls to the Information desk where I have to elbow my way through the mass of people there who all seem to be getting their receipts stamped (Note to self: what is THIS all about?). I show this woman my receipt and say "Where?" in a sad voice. She calls Carrefour credit card lady (who I can see through the glass wall that separates us). Then she calls film kiosk lady. Then she says in Slovak, "One moment." Then one of the managers on rollerblades shows up. He gestures, "Follow me," so we follow. He goes to the film drop box, pulls open a drawer, and hands me my pictures. I say (in Slovak), "No key?" He nods, "That's right." It's totally self-serve.

Now I *really* want to cry. I'm 40 years old and I can't do the self-serve film developing process.

I have to go back to film kiosk lady to pay. Isabel is ballistic by now. There is a little rail about six inches off the ground that Eleanor is standing on. She falls off it, twisting her ankle through the rail. She begins to scream. Film kiosk lady wants me to pay with exact change. I dump my coin purse on the counter and say, "Help yourself." She does. I'm trying to comfort two children and get my change back in the purse. I give up on vegetables and just go to my car.

So, what I need now is for all the expats to remind me of all that upbeat crap I told all of you when you were down. In theory, I know it only gets easier from this point on, but at the moment it looks like it will just stay stupid for the next three years. Ron thinks I should cut back on my Slovak lessons so I have more time to find sympathetic girlfriends to vent to. Maybe, but with summer here, it looks like many of the people who speak English are already taking off for summer vacations. So maybe I should just keep up the Slovak hoping I meet some nice Slovak moms. The rest of you need to remind me how many aspects of motherhood are just the same where you are. Or come over and have a drink with me!

Thursday, June 14, 2001

Summer Toboggan

We live very close to some sort of national forest/park system. I don't know if it belongs to Bratislava or Slovakia. But just a five minute drive from our front door are hiking trails. The Sunday before Andrew came, we decided to go for a walk before dinner. We figured we'd walk for 30 minutes on the paths and then turn around. We could eat dinner at the Mexican restaurant which is on the edge of the forest (at a best Western).

We parked the car, stuffed the girls into our new All-Terrain Double Stroller and headed out. It was UP hill for about 15 minutes, but then we came out of an open meadow that was FULL of people picnicking, playing Frisbee, romping with children and dogs, and lounging in the fading sun. We sat in a rustic, camp-type shelter and took it all in. Then we noticed the Chinese woman scratching on the side of a tree with a sharp rock while her male companion looked on. The Spouse went postal.

"WHAT are you doing?!" he shouted. First in Slovak. Then in Mandarin. Then he began yelling "STOP! STOP!" She dropped the rock and the two of them fled, but the damage was done. He was exercised and stayed worked up for the rest of the afternoon.

The area was pristine for a Sunday afternoon. All the trash was in trash bins. There were no initials carved on trees. There were initials on the shelter, but not on any of the trees. He continued to seethe until I saw some horses and a little snack kiosk and dragged him over there.

That was when we realized we had found the toboggan run. I don't know how it works in the winter, but in the summer there is a run and you buy a ticket and get in a little sled that has a hand-operated break. There are signs to show how much head start you need to give the sled in front before you start.

Tickets were 40 crowns a run (at the time 50 crowns = $1). The Spouse bought three and he and Baboo got in line to go for a ride. A swarm of children and an English-speaking woman somehow got in between him and the sleds. He reports he made snide remarks to Baboo until the woman apologized and made nice and tried to get her two girls to get going. The girls just sort of sat in their respective sleds and waited for the surly teenage attendant to give them the sign it was okay to go. The surly teenage attendant was not interested in when they wanted to begin their rides. He was busy retrieving sleds as they returned back up the hill (there was a tow line that brought the sleds and riders back).

Long story short, the girls go. The Spouse and Baboo go. The Spouse and Baboo round the first corner at a high rate of speed and discover the two girls in their sleds at a dead stop in the middle of the hill. The Spouse reports that Baboo now knows how to say just awful things. He tells me he screamed "GOGOGO" at them, but I suspect it was a little more colorful than that.
Imagine, then, his horror when he and Baboo came back up the hill and found me chatting amiably with the mom. He says he practically had to mow the girls down to get to us before they did so he could give us his version of the story before they did. I don't know why he didn't just go again. He seems to be scarred by the experience.