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stevenpiziks) wrote2010-06-29 01:17 am
stevenpiziks) wrote2010-06-29 01:17 am
Rushing to Ukraine
Today I ran everywhere getting ready for the Ukraine trip. We had a small bombshell--Gene casually let drop by email that one of Sasha's sisters has two children. What the hell? I was seriously angry at him. The whole point of me hiring him to visit Ostapy was to learn this kind of thing and report back to us. On top of it, he didn't bother to mention what gender the kids are, which meant I had to email him again to get more information.
"Oh, didn't I mention?" he wrote back. "I thought I did."
No, he hadn't. After another email from me, he wrote back to say they were both boys under the age of five. He didn't mention their names, so I had to write =again= to ask about that.
At any rate, I took Mackie toy shopping for them. I bought some bubble stuff, Slinkies, Pez dispensers with refills, and airplane-shaped fans that whoosh at you with their propellers. I think the boys (my grand-nephews?) will like them.
Back home, there was much stuff to gather--toiletries, clothes, entertainment thingies, and so on. Sasha had vanished and wasn't answering his cell phone, so I drove down to his friend's house, found him, and snarled that he needed to get home RIGHT NOW. Did he think the magical Europe fairies would get everything done for his trip?
When he got home, I made him do all the laundry, mow the lawn, mop the kitchen floor, pack his suitcase to specifications, and fill his backpack with entertainment stuff for the flight. I also made him sit through a going-over of airline security procedure, since he wasn't really a participant when he came to the US the first time.
Somewhere in there I made supper for the boys--homemade pizza--and packed my own suitcase. The phone rang and rang and rang. Kala. My mother. My father. My friend Kurt. I finally stopped answering it. There was a bad moment when it looked like Sasha's passport had disappeared, but it turned up.
Once it was all done (as much as could be tonight) I watched the latest DOCTOR WHO to unwind for a while.
"Oh, didn't I mention?" he wrote back. "I thought I did."
No, he hadn't. After another email from me, he wrote back to say they were both boys under the age of five. He didn't mention their names, so I had to write =again= to ask about that.
At any rate, I took Mackie toy shopping for them. I bought some bubble stuff, Slinkies, Pez dispensers with refills, and airplane-shaped fans that whoosh at you with their propellers. I think the boys (my grand-nephews?) will like them.
Back home, there was much stuff to gather--toiletries, clothes, entertainment thingies, and so on. Sasha had vanished and wasn't answering his cell phone, so I drove down to his friend's house, found him, and snarled that he needed to get home RIGHT NOW. Did he think the magical Europe fairies would get everything done for his trip?
When he got home, I made him do all the laundry, mow the lawn, mop the kitchen floor, pack his suitcase to specifications, and fill his backpack with entertainment stuff for the flight. I also made him sit through a going-over of airline security procedure, since he wasn't really a participant when he came to the US the first time.
Somewhere in there I made supper for the boys--homemade pizza--and packed my own suitcase. The phone rang and rang and rang. Kala. My mother. My father. My friend Kurt. I finally stopped answering it. There was a bad moment when it looked like Sasha's passport had disappeared, but it turned up.
Once it was all done (as much as could be tonight) I watched the latest DOCTOR WHO to unwind for a while.