Month: July 2006

  • I lost 500 pounds today!

    Yesterday and today: passports, banking, mail forwarding, plane tickets, travel advance/voucher (we need a class in this, it’s very important and Peter and I just don’t get it) visas and shots, the second round. Camille, after powering through three shots last week, really resisted today and become absolutely no-don’t-make-me-do-it-I-can’t-do-it crying hysterical. I don’t know what Peter and the nurse finally did, I had to leave the room. Then we went to the Natural History Museum and had a gelato and bought her a stuffed panda and the drama was over.

    Our shipment was over by 500 pounds, we could either pay $1500 or lose 500 pounds, so the piano is going to storage. After two years of piano lessons, Camille is thrilled with our decision–it was even better than the panda.

  • First week in DC

    Although it’s been scorching hot with high humidity, we really haven’t suffered much. Our hotel accomodations are on constant AC and we find ourselves needing long sleeved shirts and a blanket at night. My walk to work is about 15 minutes. Just long enough to feel it but not quite long enough to build up a sweat. And it has cooled down some since our arrival. Yesterday, we got caught in a downpour thunderstorm.

    My office overlooks the Kennedy Center. The people at MED have all been really nice. I have had meetings with different areas of the department such as overseas medivacs, medical records, computer training specific to patient care, as well as a meeting with the medical director, his assistant, and the department of psychology. We also had our immunizations started. Ouch! I took my valium to prevent my vasovagal swan dive off the table and don’t remember most of the conversation we/I had with the nurse. All I remember is her name was Porche and she could have been a car for all I know. But at least I didn’t pass out.

    In addition to work, we have eaten out at some really good restaurants, shopped at bookstores, and went to a huge mall where we bought shoes and some clothes in preparation for Africa. We aslso walked to the mall to see the monuments and Dina took the kids to the Natural History Museum one day after visiting me at work where we had lunch together.

    I was trying to coordinate their arrival and called the hotel. I asked for room “nine-thirteen.”
    The voice on the line sounded destinctly foreign. “There is no such room number here sir!”
    “But that’s the room my family is in!” I replied.
    “I’ve been working here for over 10 years and I can assure you, there is no such room as nine-thirteen sir. How do you spell your last name?”
    I spelled him my name and he said, “It’s room nine-one-three for future reference sir! I will connect you.” :—)

    We are considering buying a car (not a Porche, my arm hurts everytime I see one). There are primarily Toyota and Nissans in Niger. We visited a large reputable new/used car dealership on line and sort of fell for a Nissan Xterra. This week we’ll look into a car loan as well as diplomatic visas and passports.

  • In which we get shipped up and shipped out

    We had three weeks, or so we thought. I was going to finish building the deck with my friend Sheri. We were going to take a trip to California; stopping at Mt. Shasta, Davis, Grass Valley, Donner Lake, Lake Tahoe, Paradise to store our car, and then back home via Mt. Shasta. So logical! So well planned! Could we really be doing this?!

    Our trip to California was great but with a few glitches. The car had a minor problem which we fixed in Davis. We met up with Luanne, Evan, Logan, and Christina in Grass Valley. The 4th of July, we celebrated at Donnor Lake with Dina’s family. Afterwards, we spent two nights at Lake Tahoe with Dina’s parents and Serge came. It was beautiful. Our drive to Mt. Shasta was uneventful and we stayed the night with Milla before heading back to Portland again.

    One last week to go! My colleagues at OHSU threw us a deck party but Sheri and I were still screwing down the last planks after the party began. It was hot and both Dina and I felt sick. Stefan had gotten sick at Tahoe two nights before and started the chain reaction. The final days were preoccupied with selling the car since we decided not to store it after all. Plus packing a month of luggage, obtaining international driver’s lisences, haircuts, and watch repair. Ironically, our neighbors Kathy and Lee Moore will be renting our home. We spent some wonderful evenings with them, marveling at our fate and we all had to laugh since they were the ones who initially were most outraged by our decision to take this position with the Foreign Service. Once they decided to rent our house, they were affraid we might change our mind!

    The movers came on Stefan’s birthday, July 13th. A crew of three immediately began boxing up things asking, ” surface, air, or storage?” Within a day and a half, they had boxed most of our belongings including our garage door opener and all the other things we now can’t find. The air freight was slightly over our allotment so Dina made the executive decision to have them remove two of my boxes of clothes and send them to long term storage instead. If you see me in 2006-styled clothing in 20 years when I retire, you’ll understand. A second moving crew arrived with a 75-foot-semi and two guys loaded all of the remaining storage items (furniture, boxes, and golf clubs), working until 6 PM.

    We were staying with Dave, Elizabeth, Laura, and Claire Miles (some of our dearest friends). Our last evening in Portland was spent with them. We grilled fajitas and drank some good wine. It was calm and we maintained an up beat mood, ignoring the sadness that we were really leaving for a good long while.

    The alarm rang at 5AM. I took a shower and Elizabeth made me a very good cup of coffee. We loaded the car and said our goodbyes. I will remember a lot about our 4 years here in Portland. Especially the good life long friends we made and the comfort of knowing we still have a home where we call home.

  • And we saw fireflies at the Lincoln Memorial

    What a special hell the pack out was. I am still tired of deciding whether something goes to storage, or to post by air or by surface. Or should we bring it with us to Washington? I really don’t need anything except contact lenses and money; I stuffed a two-years supply of contacts in my bag and I hope I don’t live to regret my other decisions–leaving the todler bed behind was painful, and why did I throw away the butter dish? Oh well.

    We are now bien installer in the Washington Suites on Pennsylvania Ave, room 913. The room is great, very sunny and has high speed internet, a zillion tv stations, and all kinds of food kids like downstairs in the breakfast room. Yesterday was Peter’s first day at work, his first day ever of going to work and not seeing patients. Camille and Stefan and I wandered into Georgetown, stocked up at Barnes and Nobel (Camille is reading Harry Potter IV, but stops to read some American Girl mini-mysteries, she often has her nose in a book and Peter and I are thrilled. Reading can be such a solace.) Stefan got a “Things that Go” book. I got The Moffats to read outloud, it’s nice, funny and reassuring, just what you need when you’ve thrown away your butter dish. And watched the car you brought your babies home from the hospital in drive away from the airport departure curb without you.

  • Pack out week Monday

    We are back from our road trip through northern California. I left a pair of really cute pants from Anthropologie somewhere; when you spend the night at a different place every night, it’s hard to keep track of things. First night in Mt Shasta, then to Nevada City to see Lulu and Evan and the ever-loveable Logan and Christina. Then to my sister’s cabin for the 4th of July, fireworks on the lake. Two glorious nights at Lake Tahoe with my parents. Also saw Serge and Adrianna and Anya for the rafting trip that didn’t happen. Stefan got so sick the last night in Tahoe, “don’t cover me up, I think that’s what’s making me sick,” he said after throwing up for the 10th time. Poor thingie. We stayed in Mt Shasta on our way home.

    It was really difficult to say goodbye, but I reminded my mom that I will call her tomorrow. Then my mom went home and promptly got Stefan’s flu. Peter’s work party was here yesterday, it was sooooo hot. Peter and both felt sick, I spent most of the party feeling very rude, but dozing on the bed.

    Peter is off to buy wood to finish the deck, I have a dentist appointment and want to run by Sephora (again!) it’s that Cosmedicine tinted moisturizer!

    Last night Camille had her third sleep over. She went to Paris’s house for the evening and then is going to Willowbrook for the day. When I was little I felt so taken care of when my mom would wrap up the money I might need, like a quarter and two dimes, and tie it in a hankercheif and pin it to my clothes. I thought of this as I wrote a check to Willowbrook and put a five dollar bill in a zip lock bag.