Are we settled yet? The
simple answer is, almost.
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| In the morning... before the problems started. |
Tuesday, September 26th
was Adam and I’s dating anniversary. Twenty-five years ago we were making out in his mom’s living room,
like you do when you are 17 and 18, and your parents aren’t home, when he asked
me, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Of course I said yes; then we quit smooching and went boogie boarding Southside of the HB pier. It was awesome.
Never did I imagine that 25
years later we would be dealing with our brand new, used car that had just
broken down, three kids stranded in a foreign school, and a bathroom that emanated
sewer fumes and drainage problems.
A few months ago I dreamed that life would be smooth and simple, and we would spend our anniversary evening sharing a bottle of Mendoza
malbec as we enjoyed an ocean view in a quiet restaurant – just the two
of us.
That did not happen.
The day before we paid $8500 cash
for a used Chevy Meriva, and we were excited to get into our routine. We cancelled the pricey Transporte Escolar
school bus and planned our commutes.
Adam was on afternoon pick up, and I was doing some shopping
downtown. When I arrived home at 5:15PM,
I found Adam in a panic. The car had broken
down two blocks from the house, school was out, and the kids were
stranded.
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| No problems yet... |
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Yikes. Our friend Mariana rescued us. She called the school and went to pick up the
kids; Adam left to try to move the car to the gas station – hoping it had only
run out of gas, and I began preparing dinner.
As I was slicing an eggplant
and stirring the marinara sauce, the kids arrived home with their usual after-school
chaos. I was chopping, listening,
helping with homework, nagging about cuadernos and tareas, when there was a
knock at the door.
Next thing I knew, we had a plumber
in the bathroom asking for a plastic bag, so he could stick his arm down the backed-up
floor drain. A minute later, Thiago, our
landlady’s son, showed up to play and wanted to know the date of his next Spanish
lesson with Carmela. Then Luciano, who
introduced us to the car sales man, arrived anxious and distressed looking for
Adam – I had no idea where he was. At
this point, he had been gone for over an hour.
As Luciano drove off, the
plumber emerged from the bathroom with a grapefruit-sized hairball and wanted
to leave it in the kitchen. Really? Had he not seen the size of our kitchen? Maybe he missed it since it is about the same size as the HAIRBALL!! Oh yes, please just
toss it in the pot with the ravioli!
Delicious!
Two minutes later, Adam
showed up at the door. By this time the
hairball made it outside, and eventually Adam and Luciano united. They spent the next 45 minutes on the phone
with the car dealership as I got the kids fed and tidied up.
Just after 7:00 Adam came in
starving, but the car was fixed. I
reheated our mundane anniversary dinner on the stove, and we sent the kids off
to read and relax.
The dream of a bottle of wine
turned into a shared glass over a particle board table and luke-warm food, and
our romantic dinner conversation focused on the car’s alarm system which caused
the whole problem.
Apparently our awesome Chevy
has a “secret button” that the dealer forgot to mention. It is attached to the wire under the
dashboard, and when Adam is driving the car without my alarm box in the car,
the auto thinks that it is being stolen, and it shuts off. You have to press the secret button to tell
the car that it is safe and in the hands of its loving owners (or any thief
that knows where the magic button is hiding).
By 8:00 dinner was complete,
and our brains were fried. Adam passed
out on our bed shortly after. There was no making out.
The good news is that the
bathroom doesn’t smell like a sewer anymore; the car works; the trash
collectors disposed of the gargantuan hairball, and Tiago is coming over for
his English lesson on Thursday. Maybe in
another month we’ll feel more settled, and Adam and I can plan that fancy
date. Happy 25th Anniversary
Babe! I love you!
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| We did celebrate with a delicious chocolate cake a few days later. |
