Friday, December 01, 2006

Count Down: 9 Days

In the next nine days the following must be done (not all of these are my jobs):

  • Evan must get to the DMV to pay for a new driving test
  • He must make and keep an appointment with an driving tester to take the test.
  • He must go back to the DMV with his form indicating he passed (we hope) and get his driver's license. (Everywhere else I have lived all three of these could be accomplished with one trip to the DMV.)
  • He must pack his belongings Though he has less than most kids, he does have stuff. This involves:
  • 1. Deciding what he is going to take and what he is going to leave behind
  • 2. Determining if he needs more boxes than we have available
  • 3. Getting more boxes if needed
  • 4. Packing the boxes
  • 5. Driving the boxes to his grandmother's house
  • He needs to get to his counselor's office in The City Monday 2:30pm
  • He needs to shop for yet more clothes (non-glamorous things like socks)
  • He needs to shop for toiletries
  • We are going out for dinner with his social worker on Monday evening (odd, there is only one Monday left, no room for confusion)
  • We are inviting his relatives, particularly his mother, grandmother, aunt, and sisters over for dinner next Saturday evening (there are still two Saturdays to keep track of). So food will have to be purchased and prepared. (Anyone out there familiar with Scotland? Is there any food in particular that an American boy is likely to miss?)

Things which were once on the list but which I do not think are anymore included one last medical exam, which he never got around to scheduling, and a trip to his the hamburger joint with the very best onion rings around.

Of course some of this of course he could shift over to me. He could for instance only pack up what he needs to take to Scotland and leave the rest. I could pack up what he leaves behind. That would allow me to collect boxes as I go. I could also pick up each and every one of his things with my breeder-cootie covered hands, look at them with my prying adult eyes, and read any notes or letters I find. (Yes, I am still wondering if Evan reads the blog.) I could also rest assured that nothing that belongs to me ends up in his belongings.

I do need to check though. My agency at least in the past has required doing an inventory of a youth's possessions when they move in and out which both the youth and the parent have to sign. This is to protect both of us from later accusations of stolen family heirlooms and iPod connector cables. I will have to check about that. It is one of the rules though that the social workers are half-hearted about enforcing. If it is still one of the rules than we must add "Evan must take inventory of his belongings with me, Hubby or his social worker as witness" to the list.

What do I need to do? Well, I need to finish knitting the scarf I promised. And of course there is all the work stuff to do. The next couple of weeks will be busy there too.

I am actually feeling much better than I was yesterday. I am really hoping that the exhaustion that I have been feeling recently was my run with the virus that Evan and Brian are so clearly fighting now. They are stuffy, sleepy, coughing, have low-grade fevers and are complaining of slightly sore throats. I have felt exhausted beyond the ability of words to describe for a while now. Yesterday I cancelled classes, napped and made turkey soup for everyone for dinner. It seems to have helped me anyway.

I now feel like I can handle the next 9 days.

Oh...and another question for anyone familiar with Scotland. Evan wants to be reassured -- are batteries the same? Will he be able to buy them for his camera?

7 comments:

  1. Hi,
    My first comment. Rest assured, batteries are the same. I lived in London off and on during my childhood and then again for 18 months after college (2002-03). He'll be able to get most of the American junk food he wants, though it won't taste exactly the same. I'm from the east coast and especially missed things like hoagie's and deli sandwiches. Oh, and decent Chinese food and pizza.
    As an aside, I'd do a quick run-down with him on British slang. It can really take you aback if you don't know what they mean. Also, seemingly innocuous US words have very different meanings in the UK.
    Best,
    Ryan

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  2. If I remember correctly there are certain "american" foods which are extremely difficult to obtain in europe, most notably peanut butter. Also think condiments - hellman's, heinz ketchup, miracle whip, etc are all hard to obtain. Fluff, rice crispie treats, etc. Ketchup in Great Britian is not like American ketchup at all. If he is a ketchup addict (and what american teenager isn't?) he might want to pack a bottle of Heinz for the road. You can get "american" food in europe, it's just expen$ive. He could also leave you some money to send him a care package after he gets there that includes the favorite foods that he can't find there.

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  3. parodie10:27 AM

    Is Evan a big milk drinker? Milk tastes completely different (weiiiiiird) in Europe. But the batteries are the same.

    It should be a really interesting experience for him!

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  4. It's really happening isn't it.

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  5. I got great Chinese food in Ireland...not so much on the pizza. And crisp bacon is pretty much a foreign substance--bacon across the Atlantic has much more lean meat and much less fat, and is more like long strips of ham or Canadian bacon. It's definitely not crisp.

    Peanut butter was hard to find, but most condiments I had no difficulty obtaining, except for ketchup.

    I COMPLETELY agree with Ryan about the slang. While living in Ireland, I once told my niece if she didn't stop whatever misbehaving she was doing at the time, I might "spank her fanny." In the US, that meant I was threatening to swat her bottom. My mother in law grabbed me by the ear and dragged me into the kitchen, absolutely livid. Turns out, "fanny" means female genitalia, not the behind. BIG difference, especially talking to a five year old!

    Another one--my husband asked me how I'd gotten home one evening. I told him Aisling's boyfriend had given me a ride. Umm...no, he'd given me a LIFT. A "ride" would've been adultery!

    Good luck to Evan and to you!

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  6. Rather than the slang, I think he'll have more trouble with the Scottish accent. He should try watching Trainspotting without subtitles :-)

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  7. i agree, it's the slang that's going to get him!! when i married my english friend chris was in my wedding and he mother came with her for the festivities. we were all at the local mall. i was with doris, the mum, as she was looking for a gift for her little grand daughter. she asked the 16 year old salesgirl in the hello kitty store where she might find children's rubbers. the poor girl turned purple and began to sputter, i couldn't speak i was laughing so hard. and poor doris was just confused. she wanted erasures. you should of seen her face when i told her what she had asked for!!

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