Some days the hot water won't arrive at the bathroom tap. Usually there's a good reason. Sometimes I have to turn off the shower for a minute and try again. Sometimes I use the sink to get warm, then start the shower. I'm trying to trick it into letting me have a normal temperature shower.
Today poor Dar was standing in the tub, ready to shower shall we say, and he called to me to go downstairs and check the breaker. We have this issue where the washing machine, microwave, dryer, and a power strip with appliances conflict with one another. No, they are not all in the same plug. They are in different places in the house even. Anyway, when one too many get started; it all goes...away. The instant hot water system (also our heater) is over the washing machine/microwave area. It goes too.
Today the breaker wasn't flipped. Dar told me to do a re-light thing that involved flicking buttons on the water heating device. I flicked. The light with the gas symbol with a slash through it lit up. Dar had a cold shower.
Then Dar tried everything the landlord showed him. No dice. No gas. The landlord suggested talking to the neighbors. Somehow I found myself in the street. I tried to talk to the first person I saw. He was older and had a convuluted accent. I was getting maybe 20%. He was trying to get someone or something about a key. These are not my best Spanish moments. I can't put it all together under pressure. I was saying, "Tenemos gas." Then realizing I'm saying it wrong and trying to find other words...Another neighbor came out. I said again, "Tenemos gas." What did I say with some force and enthusiasm? We have gas. We have gas. (Aren't the neighbors glad I'm announcing this in the street!?) The new younger neighbor looks at me and says, "You can speak English..."
He found another button on the outside of the house. We have gas again.
27 April 2006
23 April 2006
Easter past
I went to one of the Easter Procesiones. Parade is too strong a word. Each church has "imagenes" - yes that's images. The penitents carry the images on great gold platforms through the streets. Some of them wear no shoes, others have on slippers. The platforms sometimes weigh in the tons. The penitents walk maybe 200 yards, then rest. Other people who are also pentitents wear pointy hats with faces covered and proceed before and behind the imagenes with candles (yes, think KKK type get ups). A couple of church "bands" go along with each imagene and play a tune. The one I saw was mournful music for Jesus. Slightly more upbeat for the procesion of Mary.
The 7pm procesion didn't actually arrive in the Plaza Mayor until 10pm. Me and a few thousand of my closest Spanish friends had been lined up creating an aisle through the plaza since 8:30. My legs hurt from standing still so long. A sudden vacuum occured around 9 or 9:30 creating an open space in front of me. Suddenly all these thousands of people rushed forward to reposition to the new aisle. It was a scary moment.
Other than that moment it was an orderly crowd in general. Lots of families. One woman waiting by herself was very nice and answered my questions. She decided I should have her spot so I could see better because she had seen the imagenes before, so she shoe horned me into a nonexistent space between her ample tummy and the man in front of her. You can see from the photos I didn't have a great view.
Four older ladies settled in behind me and narrated the event for me. They were very impressed with the decoration on the, for lack of a better word, floats. The Mary float did a little dance. It was much lighter so the guys carrying it could move backwards and forwards to the music. There was a delighted ahhh from the crowd. Applause errupted for those carrying the imagene or the imagene itself when it arrived in front of people. It was a reverent or maybe awe struck moment which I found a little freaky. An odd plaster Jesus manikan and a ornate pile of gold, candles and flowers. Just stuff and symbols, not the substance of relationship. Very interesting.
my view of the pointy hats
Jesus enters to a gasp from the crowd. The odd thing about people carrying the float on their shoulder is that it looks as if the statue is walking at a distance.
If you look close you can see the faces of the pentitents carrying the float.
That's a lot of gold and silver.
That's the back of Jesus and he had long hair. (Plaza Mayor)
Mary & pointy hat penitents
Saturday I ran across a float being removed from a CITY building. It was funny watching the guy holding onto the imagene in a tight embrace to keep it from falling. Though it was covered with a cloth so it wasn't irreverent, I suppose.
The 7pm procesion didn't actually arrive in the Plaza Mayor until 10pm. Me and a few thousand of my closest Spanish friends had been lined up creating an aisle through the plaza since 8:30. My legs hurt from standing still so long. A sudden vacuum occured around 9 or 9:30 creating an open space in front of me. Suddenly all these thousands of people rushed forward to reposition to the new aisle. It was a scary moment.
Other than that moment it was an orderly crowd in general. Lots of families. One woman waiting by herself was very nice and answered my questions. She decided I should have her spot so I could see better because she had seen the imagenes before, so she shoe horned me into a nonexistent space between her ample tummy and the man in front of her. You can see from the photos I didn't have a great view.
Four older ladies settled in behind me and narrated the event for me. They were very impressed with the decoration on the, for lack of a better word, floats. The Mary float did a little dance. It was much lighter so the guys carrying it could move backwards and forwards to the music. There was a delighted ahhh from the crowd. Applause errupted for those carrying the imagene or the imagene itself when it arrived in front of people. It was a reverent or maybe awe struck moment which I found a little freaky. An odd plaster Jesus manikan and a ornate pile of gold, candles and flowers. Just stuff and symbols, not the substance of relationship. Very interesting.
my view of the pointy hats
Jesus enters to a gasp from the crowd. The odd thing about people carrying the float on their shoulder is that it looks as if the statue is walking at a distance.
If you look close you can see the faces of the pentitents carrying the float.
That's a lot of gold and silver.
That's the back of Jesus and he had long hair. (Plaza Mayor)
Mary & pointy hat penitents
Saturday I ran across a float being removed from a CITY building. It was funny watching the guy holding onto the imagene in a tight embrace to keep it from falling. Though it was covered with a cloth so it wasn't irreverent, I suppose.
01 April 2006
Home Sweet Home
The rent signs are down and we have the keys now. We can't park in the driveway because it's too steep. The incident the other day may have changed that with the cement layers. We have yet to see.
We have a great view out the back, somewhat deserty, but most people here have a 10 foot square of dust that is bounded by their neighbors 10 foot square on all three sides. Don't mind the construction trash in the photo. Supposedly the city will make some construction company pick it up eventually. Not holding our breath on that one.
Usually, even in our neighborhood, people put rolls of faux sticks or faux greenery on their fences up to about six foot or more to block the neighbors view of their yard. We are VERY fortunate with our view out the back. Our neighbors do have the blockage stuff going on the sides and that's okay. I think we're the odd balls with no blockage front or back. With no blockage, people walking by feel compelled to say, "Hola, Buenas..." even if you're doing stuff in the yard. So then you have to answer too.
I do want to get out and meet the neighbors. Being a brand new neighborhood, no one knows one another yet. More people move in each week. I need to get brave and go introduce myself at least to our wallmates.
It'd be great if we could stay in here the next 15 years or something and not have to do the packing, moving thing every few years. That's just the breaks with the missionary life I guess. Nice to be "home" for now.
28 March 2006
Open up, it's the police!
I was just typing an email and the front gate buzzer sounded. I ran down thinking the guys digging up our driveway had a question or were leaving for the day. It was the police. Oh boy, my first run in with the law in a foreign country. Of course, Dar is not at home to participate in the encounter with me.
A police woman with an automatic weapon strapped to her hip and a dark blue uniform shirt with a neon yellow shoulder plate advertising "policia" on the back starts speaking very rapidly in Spanish as I come down the front stairs to the gate. My first comment is I don't speak much, say it again.
The poor South American immigrant mixing cement in the street is the object of the problem, but I as the homeowner seem to be the source. Something is illegal. The city does not allow something. Pointing at the cement, which is now a smudge on the street - a half hour ago it was a hill, this will get in (pointing again) the drains. I was accused of hiring these men and thus violating the law, at least I think that's what she said. This was a very vigourous one sided discussion. The Spanish seem to like to argue about things and I think she was ready for one. Her male sidekick just watched the man scraping at the little mushy bits on the street.
I said something dramatic in Spanish, like, "I rent." I was still lectured, so I tried the word I hoped meant builder. "The constructadora sent them." I tried, "I rent" again.
She switched her tactic and went after the South American man in coveralls. He was demonstrating how he could clean up the smudgee bits of cement with his trowel and his shovel.
Finally convinced that the situation would be righted, the police left. I didn't have to show any identity information but I'm glad I've got my identity card now.
I felt like I sort of left the two guys in the driveway in a lurch by simply shirking all knowledge of what was occuring, so I went back out and asked if everything was okay. Said I didn't understand well. So they explained the same thing to me using other Spanish words, probably South American ones. I tried to be friendly by saying a very favorite phrase here, "No pasa nada." Which they use for, forget about it, doesn't matter. Like it had anything to do with me if it mattered or not!
A police woman with an automatic weapon strapped to her hip and a dark blue uniform shirt with a neon yellow shoulder plate advertising "policia" on the back starts speaking very rapidly in Spanish as I come down the front stairs to the gate. My first comment is I don't speak much, say it again.
The poor South American immigrant mixing cement in the street is the object of the problem, but I as the homeowner seem to be the source. Something is illegal. The city does not allow something. Pointing at the cement, which is now a smudge on the street - a half hour ago it was a hill, this will get in (pointing again) the drains. I was accused of hiring these men and thus violating the law, at least I think that's what she said. This was a very vigourous one sided discussion. The Spanish seem to like to argue about things and I think she was ready for one. Her male sidekick just watched the man scraping at the little mushy bits on the street.
I said something dramatic in Spanish, like, "I rent." I was still lectured, so I tried the word I hoped meant builder. "The constructadora sent them." I tried, "I rent" again.
She switched her tactic and went after the South American man in coveralls. He was demonstrating how he could clean up the smudgee bits of cement with his trowel and his shovel.
Finally convinced that the situation would be righted, the police left. I didn't have to show any identity information but I'm glad I've got my identity card now.
I felt like I sort of left the two guys in the driveway in a lurch by simply shirking all knowledge of what was occuring, so I went back out and asked if everything was okay. Said I didn't understand well. So they explained the same thing to me using other Spanish words, probably South American ones. I tried to be friendly by saying a very favorite phrase here, "No pasa nada." Which they use for, forget about it, doesn't matter. Like it had anything to do with me if it mattered or not!
27 March 2006
All locked up
Until last Thursday when we signed our lease and became legal residents of our abode, we only had one set of keys. We traded them back and forth depending on who was going out or coming back at what time. In order to open the front door you have to have a key - whether you locked it or not. So one day I declared my plans and left. I was locked out, but I was also locked in.
Our house like all the houses here, has a gated yard. The gate locks too. Without the keys, I couldn't open the gate. Without the keys, I couldn't open the door to the house to get the keys to the gate. I could go nowhere. In Spain, could someone starve to death on their front or back porch?! I buzzed the doorbell and Dar came and let me in and then out. There's a phone with a special buzzer for opening the gate without a key.
Last week, we got our keys. So no more being locked in and locked out at the same time, hopefully. But then Saturday, I thought everyone was in the car waiting for me (we were going on a day trip), so I locked the house and ran out. I got to the car and realized I forgot my sunglasses. I rushed back and opened the door to find our house guest standing there. I'd locked her in. She was trying to decide whether to call someone's cell phone or stand in the window and wave. You can't open the door from the inside without the keys once it's locked.
Our house like all the houses here, has a gated yard. The gate locks too. Without the keys, I couldn't open the gate. Without the keys, I couldn't open the door to the house to get the keys to the gate. I could go nowhere. In Spain, could someone starve to death on their front or back porch?! I buzzed the doorbell and Dar came and let me in and then out. There's a phone with a special buzzer for opening the gate without a key.
Last week, we got our keys. So no more being locked in and locked out at the same time, hopefully. But then Saturday, I thought everyone was in the car waiting for me (we were going on a day trip), so I locked the house and ran out. I got to the car and realized I forgot my sunglasses. I rushed back and opened the door to find our house guest standing there. I'd locked her in. She was trying to decide whether to call someone's cell phone or stand in the window and wave. You can't open the door from the inside without the keys once it's locked.
20 March 2006
Thanks for calling, how may I help you?
I'm more espanol than I realized. Last week I tried to call and change our address on our credit card. The names and words rolled off my tongue and bounced off of the American operator. Strange words, too many cities, too many numbers in my phone number. None of it was natural to her. Strangely it is my daily life and I don't think twice about it. I suddenly saw the strangeness of it all through her eyes. Calle (cawyay in espanol) became cali (with a long e)... etc. I didn't know that it sounds so normal to me in Spanish. I even hesistate to use "Spanish" or Espanol now because the language is always referred to as castellano. I find it interesting that the differences become more apparent when held up to the American-ness of home.
Another interesting point, I as a spouse was not allowed to change the address on the primary card holders card only on my individual card, thus the statements would still go to the wrong address. Dar had to call himself.
Another interesting point, I as a spouse was not allowed to change the address on the primary card holders card only on my individual card, thus the statements would still go to the wrong address. Dar had to call himself.
12 March 2006
I've arrived
This weekend was the first time I felt like I'm living in Europe again. We went into downtown Madrid for the first time purely for looking around and fun, not a task that had to be done. We didn't have to rush and I didn't feel like there was so much I wouldn't get to see. It felt like exploring a new town, with the knowledge I lived nearby and so there is no pressure to achieve total tourist success.
Last night we just walked around and tried to figure out where a few things were. We saw some scary stuff, like a street with sex shops and many, many prostitutes, very sad. We saw interesting stuff, such as rows of restaurants of all shapes and sizes, including a tiny bar with the heads of bulls who were killed in the ring, and the museum of ham restaurants, standing only at a bar for any shape and size of pork something or other you might want. We saw two major tourist areas where a lot goes on, plaza del sol, and plaza mayor. We saw PEOPLE. I'd heard Madrid never sleeps - wow there were a lot of people on the streets. It was getting on towards 10 when we headed to the subway, if anything it was getting more crowded, not less.
Today we went to El Rastro, the biggest flea market in Europe. (Don't tell but we missed church to do this.) The market was He-uge. Lots of t-shirts and repetitive stuff, then we got off the main drag and there were antiques and sort of garage sale stuff, plants, electronics, leather, fabric. And - of course- loads and loads of people. We're talking human traffic jam, human gridlock. Mucha, mucha gente.
We didn't go with an agenda, just went to see it. Definitely something to do once in a while not all the time. It wasn't that this weekend was so great, it's just that I'm finally not running on to the next thing. We've lived 3 places since July (not counting a week here or there having to bunk up at someone else's house). Each step has just been in anticipation of the next step. I'm thrilled to be in one place for what, barring unforseens circumstances (por favor Dios), will be 2+ years. I'm only sad that this can't be a permanent home, and we have to pack and unpack every few years. I'm glad to have a home city, though it is not Home with a capital H (that will always be KC).
Last night we just walked around and tried to figure out where a few things were. We saw some scary stuff, like a street with sex shops and many, many prostitutes, very sad. We saw interesting stuff, such as rows of restaurants of all shapes and sizes, including a tiny bar with the heads of bulls who were killed in the ring, and the museum of ham restaurants, standing only at a bar for any shape and size of pork something or other you might want. We saw two major tourist areas where a lot goes on, plaza del sol, and plaza mayor. We saw PEOPLE. I'd heard Madrid never sleeps - wow there were a lot of people on the streets. It was getting on towards 10 when we headed to the subway, if anything it was getting more crowded, not less.
Today we went to El Rastro, the biggest flea market in Europe. (Don't tell but we missed church to do this.) The market was He-uge. Lots of t-shirts and repetitive stuff, then we got off the main drag and there were antiques and sort of garage sale stuff, plants, electronics, leather, fabric. And - of course- loads and loads of people. We're talking human traffic jam, human gridlock. Mucha, mucha gente.
We didn't go with an agenda, just went to see it. Definitely something to do once in a while not all the time. It wasn't that this weekend was so great, it's just that I'm finally not running on to the next thing. We've lived 3 places since July (not counting a week here or there having to bunk up at someone else's house). Each step has just been in anticipation of the next step. I'm thrilled to be in one place for what, barring unforseens circumstances (por favor Dios), will be 2+ years. I'm only sad that this can't be a permanent home, and we have to pack and unpack every few years. I'm glad to have a home city, though it is not Home with a capital H (that will always be KC).
10 March 2006
Warmth
Sometimes you just have to be thankful for the small things. This week I have been contemplating the absolute bliss of having someone near and dear tuck a hot water bottle in the bed before you get there. It's one of the unsung pleasures of life I think. Those of you with an electric blanket know what I mean. At home we had a mattress pad that heated up. I can relax so much better when I'm not trying to get the sheets warmed up under me. So I'm publicly thanking Dar here.
It's been warm here this week, in the 50s or more at the high, but the nights and mornings are still quite cold. We aren't done with winter yet, thus the enjoyment of the hot water bottle. I did see my first lizard of the spring though this week with the sunshine and warm temperatures. As long as they stay that Florida-oh-aren't-they-cute size, I'm okay with that. I guess lizards are a sign of spring.
It's been warm here this week, in the 50s or more at the high, but the nights and mornings are still quite cold. We aren't done with winter yet, thus the enjoyment of the hot water bottle. I did see my first lizard of the spring though this week with the sunshine and warm temperatures. As long as they stay that Florida-oh-aren't-they-cute size, I'm okay with that. I guess lizards are a sign of spring.
05 March 2006
Surprise, I'm back
I can't think of a way to summarize the last few months. I can't even explain the last couple weeks. Suffice it to say life keeps changing. I'm looking for some stability, I'm not sure it exists.
Surprises:
•Being excited about a new city and suffering culture shock again when I got here.
•I've eaten pulpo (octopus) after all and it wasn't bad. And grilled sepia, a cousin of squid, and itty bitty squid whole, and tuna empanadas. Probably some other things that I'm not thinking of... baby shrimp whole, that was today with my chinese food.
•Losing the bracelet Dar got me last year, and finding it after I moved away from where I lost it.
•Not being really messed up at not being home for Christmas. And Christmas lasting until Jan. 6. Sales not starting until after that.
•Giving a little testimony in Spanish to the ladies at church, even though my Spanish is rough.
•Understanding people's accents better in Madrid.
•How many times I have to look up the same Spanish word; and how many English words I can't find when I need them.
•Getting a phone line within a week of moving in (granted we asked for it 4 weeks before that).
•How much French I remembered when we crossed the border. It really messed up my pronunciation of Spanish and I got marked down on the final at language school
•Having house guests last weekend with less than 24 hours notice. Had to find a box that had the sheets for the spare bed in them.
•Not being able to find the right temperature in the shower. (I won't open the too hot or too cold discussion again, but those are my options).
•How tall my American matteress is.
•How big my house is (compared to mine in KC). I'm not sure, but I think we might have accidentally moved into the Leawood of Alcala de Henares. I find that disturbing.
•How hard it is to get back into blogging. I want to but there's so many things that still need attention in the house and I get so tired.
•That the can-you-be-the-secretary-and-bring-the-pie-attitude prevails in a "business" environment in the 21st Century. Oh yeah, I forgot it has to do with a church.
•How little God can use to do things. And how you don't have to have all the answers to go forward for God.
Surprises:
•Being excited about a new city and suffering culture shock again when I got here.
•I've eaten pulpo (octopus) after all and it wasn't bad. And grilled sepia, a cousin of squid, and itty bitty squid whole, and tuna empanadas. Probably some other things that I'm not thinking of... baby shrimp whole, that was today with my chinese food.
•Losing the bracelet Dar got me last year, and finding it after I moved away from where I lost it.
•Not being really messed up at not being home for Christmas. And Christmas lasting until Jan. 6. Sales not starting until after that.
•Giving a little testimony in Spanish to the ladies at church, even though my Spanish is rough.
•Understanding people's accents better in Madrid.
•How many times I have to look up the same Spanish word; and how many English words I can't find when I need them.
•Getting a phone line within a week of moving in (granted we asked for it 4 weeks before that).
•How much French I remembered when we crossed the border. It really messed up my pronunciation of Spanish and I got marked down on the final at language school
•Having house guests last weekend with less than 24 hours notice. Had to find a box that had the sheets for the spare bed in them.
•Not being able to find the right temperature in the shower. (I won't open the too hot or too cold discussion again, but those are my options).
•How tall my American matteress is.
•How big my house is (compared to mine in KC). I'm not sure, but I think we might have accidentally moved into the Leawood of Alcala de Henares. I find that disturbing.
•How hard it is to get back into blogging. I want to but there's so many things that still need attention in the house and I get so tired.
•That the can-you-be-the-secretary-and-bring-the-pie-attitude prevails in a "business" environment in the 21st Century. Oh yeah, I forgot it has to do with a church.
•How little God can use to do things. And how you don't have to have all the answers to go forward for God.
13 November 2005
It's the weather
When we were in Belgium, there was a funny commercial. It was for cookies (biscuits) and the chefs were saying wis a franch accent - how zey mek de biscuits and how zey are perfect. The weather on the other hand (picture of storms), sorry about zey weader. For some reason, it struck us funny and "sorry about zey weader" stuck in our vernacular.
So the last six weeks or so here, we'll have these gloriously warm afternoons of 70F even 80F with cool mornings. Then just for mixing things up we'd have one or two days of very chilly rain - say a high of 55F. Everyone has said this fall is unusual and it's been too warm, but we don't know the difference, right?
So first I had stopped up ears. I got them cleaned out at a the only doctors office around that I knew of. He cleaned them out with a caulk gun shaped object, water out of hot pot on the floor and water out of the faucet. Yikes! When all the water didn't come out of one ear, he crammed paper towels down there with tweezers. Not what I'm accustomed to, but in the end I could hear.
Shortly hereafter my next medical journey began. I got a raging ear infection. I suffered through an incredibly painful weekend and went to the same doctor's office on Monday. No they couldn't take me. Next stop the emergency room. A first for me ever. But it was more like walk-in urgent care, just all in Spanish. After a Spanish lady doctor confirmed my intense pain through probing, I got prescriptions for pain, swelling, and antiibioticos. The antibiotics were slow to work and while the pain left, I still couldn't hear properly. (Try learning Spanish from the fog of pain pills and not being able to hear out of one side of your head, a real treat.)
As the antibiotics ran out, I came down with a head cold that the missionaries are passing around. Our bosses here wanted to check around about my ear situation. Turns out the doctor I went to is a quack and the pharmacist was horrified I went to him. Great. So they found a new ear doctor and took me in. I still had infection in both ears. Nunca, nunca, nunca, agua in tus oidos. Never, never, never water in your ears. Which is what my old doctor at home always said. I got ear drops for three times a day. What about my swollen tonsils I try to ask? Oh, it's the weather, drink more fluids.
That weekend I lose my voice and feel like I have razor blades in place of tonsils. Of course like any good hypochondriac I'm sure I'm dying. I'm going to end up in the emergency room again and they're going to tell me it's the weather. I had to go by the rental office for our apartment, I can barely make myself heard. They say, what else? Oh, it's the weather. Amazingly, Monday my throat started to feel better and I realized I would indeed live.
A few days later, the rental lady brought our heaters. Perhaps it was my froggy voice that made her recall that we don't have heat in our apartment or perhaps it was the imminent weather change I didn't know was coming but the heaters were a welcome sight. Two electric radiators that if you stand near them you can feel them emanating a little heat. Better than nothing! Now we know what all the doors are on the living room and kitchen. Trap that waft of heat.
Now that I'm on the mend, the weather seems to have turned permanently cool. I'm wishing for more of my sweaters and bigger heaters, but I'm happy to feel better. I'm bummed I missed out on enjoying the nice days while I was so sick, but that's life...sorry about zey weader.
So the last six weeks or so here, we'll have these gloriously warm afternoons of 70F even 80F with cool mornings. Then just for mixing things up we'd have one or two days of very chilly rain - say a high of 55F. Everyone has said this fall is unusual and it's been too warm, but we don't know the difference, right?
So first I had stopped up ears. I got them cleaned out at a the only doctors office around that I knew of. He cleaned them out with a caulk gun shaped object, water out of hot pot on the floor and water out of the faucet. Yikes! When all the water didn't come out of one ear, he crammed paper towels down there with tweezers. Not what I'm accustomed to, but in the end I could hear.
Shortly hereafter my next medical journey began. I got a raging ear infection. I suffered through an incredibly painful weekend and went to the same doctor's office on Monday. No they couldn't take me. Next stop the emergency room. A first for me ever. But it was more like walk-in urgent care, just all in Spanish. After a Spanish lady doctor confirmed my intense pain through probing, I got prescriptions for pain, swelling, and antiibioticos. The antibiotics were slow to work and while the pain left, I still couldn't hear properly. (Try learning Spanish from the fog of pain pills and not being able to hear out of one side of your head, a real treat.)
As the antibiotics ran out, I came down with a head cold that the missionaries are passing around. Our bosses here wanted to check around about my ear situation. Turns out the doctor I went to is a quack and the pharmacist was horrified I went to him. Great. So they found a new ear doctor and took me in. I still had infection in both ears. Nunca, nunca, nunca, agua in tus oidos. Never, never, never water in your ears. Which is what my old doctor at home always said. I got ear drops for three times a day. What about my swollen tonsils I try to ask? Oh, it's the weather, drink more fluids.
That weekend I lose my voice and feel like I have razor blades in place of tonsils. Of course like any good hypochondriac I'm sure I'm dying. I'm going to end up in the emergency room again and they're going to tell me it's the weather. I had to go by the rental office for our apartment, I can barely make myself heard. They say, what else? Oh, it's the weather. Amazingly, Monday my throat started to feel better and I realized I would indeed live.
A few days later, the rental lady brought our heaters. Perhaps it was my froggy voice that made her recall that we don't have heat in our apartment or perhaps it was the imminent weather change I didn't know was coming but the heaters were a welcome sight. Two electric radiators that if you stand near them you can feel them emanating a little heat. Better than nothing! Now we know what all the doors are on the living room and kitchen. Trap that waft of heat.
Now that I'm on the mend, the weather seems to have turned permanently cool. I'm wishing for more of my sweaters and bigger heaters, but I'm happy to feel better. I'm bummed I missed out on enjoying the nice days while I was so sick, but that's life...sorry about zey weader.
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