Our car is costing us more than it is worth, more than having a car is worth, or should be. I think we bought it for like $1400 or $2200 or something like that. It is a 1995 Honda Accord and I just spent $700 on fixing something when I was in NY in September and now here in Montreal, they are telling me that the rack and pinion is gone and that will be $300-$500.
When Gabe gets there and the guy comes up with the full quote it is now $800. This morning they call Gabe and say they found $300 more worth of work to do.
Well Bully for them, but I have told Gabe now to just tell them not to do anything. I hope he gets them in time cause even the $800 of work was causing a problem. This is a problem car just turning into an albatross and I'm ready to cut my losses.
So I started taking a French class two weeks ago. It meets Tuesday and Thursday 9:30am-11:30am for 40 sessions, and it costs.... $40!!!! For an extra $5 I became a member of the place, it is a cute little community run place called "La Maisonnette des Parents". So as a member I get free daycare while I take my class.
So Gabe was in Istanbul the first week class started. We went Tuesday, class was a LOT of French info. I could tell I was going to learn a lot in this one class. Helix cried the whole time he was in daycare. The woman said, maybe every 15 minutes he would stop, sniffle, catch his breath and start crying again. It was pretty much 2 hours straight. The Thursday class, he did stop crying after 1 1/2 hours and start playing with some toys.
Helix has been complaining about daycare every since the class started and then he got sick, and then I got sick. Our babysitter got bronchitis so I think we have the colds that caused her bronchitis. Helix has it worse than me.
I am bummed. I woke up this morning thinking maybe I would feel good enough to go back to French class cause I have only missed two classes. Turns out it isn't about that. The stress of taking Helix to daycare is just so much. Plus he is still coughing and he doesn't know how to cover his mouth. I don't know how working parents do it, but I'm definitely getting a flu shot this year.
I'm in a better mood now, I swear. Things were just endlessly bugging me over the last month. I'm trying to get into the idea that meeting new people is going to be a blast. I want to throw an American Thanksgiving Party, but of course now that we are off the guest list on the other parties...I have no idea how to even invite people I don't know yet.
Hopefully Gabe can get just invite the right work people. I'm pretty excited. I already have the babysitter booked for the day. Halloween with Helix was actually quite fun.
Gabe's sister got divorced last month. That was weird. It still feels a little weird. They didn't have kids or anything, but they were together for nine, almost ten years. Kind of mind boggling. They are still both living at our old house in Oakland.
I don't even really know these people very well. I just don't know why we fell off the invite list. Now I see them all posting their pictures of last night's Halloween party. Part of me just wants to defriend them on Facebook, and part of me wants to be put back on the invite list.
And while I'm griping about Facebook, hey- people who were overweight for years and just lost some pounds- you really think it's a good idea to publicly tell other people to lose weight on their Facebook? Classy.
I was never really good at getting together a Halloween costume for myself as an adult but sometimes I managed, other times I just went to the parties with some lame excuse. This year...I haven't been invited to a single Halloween party. I'm glad, I guess, that I didn't invest in a costume. I did buy Helix two costumes. LOL. I don't want him to suffer the same fate as his Mama.
We finally got a babysitter and she has worked once. Not in the evenings yet. I guess having two babysitters couldn't hurt. Of course just going out last week kind of made us broke for the next three weeks somehow. She cost $10/hour and we went out shopping, only to be kicked out of the store @5pm, because stores close @5pm on the weekends here. We still managed to spend some money, the babysitter cost $60, and then Gabe decided to tip the babysitter $20. !!!
Last night I dreamt I was was diagnosed with diabetes...wait let's start from the beginning.
First, I go to a party...I guess in the Bay Area cause it was like a revisit to the Valley Vista party people, only in a different location, someone's new abode. I run into Yonatan, and he can't have anything to eat because his new diabetes medicine is fucking with his head. It looks painful and frustrating. He has to leave the party.
Then Gabe comes up to me, and he asks how I'm feeling cause I guess I look sick. And I'm not feeling so hot, so he suggests I go to the dentist across the street because they are very efficient and if I do have diabetes they can give me medicine right away, but he only had a cavity so it was no big deal. So I go and sure enough, I have diabetes. Complete bummer.
Then I accidentally eat something sweet and I'm all messed up. Melissa was there, with crutches, Jennifer and Mark and Judi were there. Alan didn't make it for some reason. Stacey was outside smoking somewhere. Chachee and Mike were eating candy corns and this really annoyed me because the diabetes seemed to be contagious. Erich, Cein, Anita, and JB were there diabetes free. :D A lot of other oakloggers were there too.
When I woke up I was very thankful to not have diabetes...and hey, I miss all you guys!!!
Hey! Gabe, Helix and I are coming to California for three weeks, starting Monday. Gabe has to work the first two weeks, and we are going to a wedding at the end of the last week, March 6th. On Sat, Feb 27th, I'm going to have a little get together at our old house, which is where Gabe's sister lives now. Something in the day so Helix can see people. I want to have a drink night at some point. It depends on Gabe's work schedule.
We hope to see a lot of you. I hope it's warmer there!
That was fast. Before we left, Gabe and I went to the most wonderful dentist in Montreal, only two blocks from our house. So my main reason for staying passed Thanksgiving is to make sure my Mom has food to eat.
Meals on Wheel comes M-F and brings her 2 meals a day. She has high blood pressure and is on a low-sodium diet, which means 1000mg or less of sodium a day. Meals on wheels often serves very salty things so my Mom is eating a lot of peanut butter and jelly, and sometimes just not eating. This worries me.
We searched and searched and found only one frozen TV dinner with 190mg of sodium. Only one kind of one brand - plum chicken something. So I am making my Mom some salt-free TV dinners of chicken, rice, and veggies.
Helix just had his first birthday...pictures to be put up once I get back to Montreal or find a cord for my camera here.
So I finished moving my Mom and now Helix and I have the worst colds ever. Mine started on Sunday and I am just guessing that Helix and I got them at the same time. So now it has been a week and a day that we have been sick, and the worst of it was after I finally finished moving my Mom in and bringing her all the little things on Thursday.
The house I'm staying at has no cable or internet, so I pass the time by watching tapes of my Mom's. A lot of them are of TNT in 2005, with "The Closer" and a bunch of Law and Orders and also some law show on UPN which makes me miss UPN a lot just all together.
I've dicovered DayQuil and NyQuil, but I don't feel good about driving on them. My Dad says it only takes 5 hours to get to Montréal, but I think the least amount of time Gabe and I did it in was 10 hours...maybe 12.
At least Helix had his first Halloween where the headless horseman still rides.
I have been in Poughkeepsie, NY, for almost a two weeks now. Gabe and I came down on Columbus Day weekend/Canadian Thanksgiving, which is the first weekend since we got our "new" car, a 1995 Honda Accord.
We split up in Plattsburgh, and I drove my Dad's car and Gabe drove the Honda to my Mom's house in Poughkeepsie. It took us 12 hours, from 3pm-3am. That is not normal. It is really unnerving to go from not driving at all to drive stick shift on a strange highway in the Adirondacks.
Gabe took a train back, and I was planning on staying here a week, and visiting with my Mom in the hospital. Since I have been here, we found out that Medicare will stop paying for the hospital next Thursday, 10/29, and she needs to move into a place with no stairs. So that means not going home to her house, but renting an apartment with no stairs.
So far, I have rented an apartment with no stairs, not even to get into it, bought a bed, visited my Mom a bunch, had meetings with social workers, physical therapists, and told all the other family members what is going on. So I upped the timing of my Mom's move to Monday, because I want to go back to Canada and get Gabe, so we can all spend Halloween together, but she can't seem to change a Dr.'s appointment she made for next Thursday.
I've had an upset stomach for almost two weeks, and a cold that never seemed to take place and now this morning, I've realized that most of my symptoms are explained by allergies. I'm not sure why I get an upset stomach with allergies, but I know that this has happened before, where I keep treating my stomach with every known remedy and it never helps.
Also, my feet are hurting a lot lately, and again, I remember having this problem before too. I am pretty sure that is it because I am walking around a lot more, and my feet just need to get used to walking more and exercising.
I took some Benedryl this morning, so I am hoping to feel better soon. It was only a 12.5mg, because usually I take the 25mg to help me fall asleep. Benedryl is the active ingredient in a lot of sleep aids, it turns out.
These allergies were spurred by the seasons changing from Summer to Fall. Exciting!!!!
conversation last night at Canadian Quickie Mart equivalent:
Cashier, looking me over, "When is the baby due to come out?"
Me: "Uh, he already came out." Laughs nervously.
Cashier: "Oh, no, I mean this one. The one you are carrying now."
Me: "No, I'm not pregnant. There's no baby in there."
Cashier: "Oh." Laughs nervously. "So how old is the baby?"
Me: "8 months."
Cashier: "Oh. So you have just one?"
Me: (not realizing I have right to end conversations when I want to)"Well we will probably have another."
Cashier: "Oh, how long do you have to wait? A year? Two years?"
Me: "No, just 9 months."
Cashier: "Oh, so you will being having a baby soon?"
Me: "Well, no. That's just when you can start trying. There's no telling how long it will take."
Cashier: "Oh, so you have to take pills to have a baby? Like go to a doctor so you can get pregnant?"
Me: (suddenly thinking he thinks I look old, not just fat, but old and fat, too old and fat to have babies apparently)"No, we just had a baby...." and I realize, I'm not going to explain to him where babies come from.
Cashier:(still talking for some reason)"Oh, no pills? You know, to go to the doctor to get pills so you can have a baby?"
Some other woman walks up with a question. I say bye and leave feeling very defeated. I'm sure I could have handled that better.
So the 1st time we visited Poughkeepsie to see my Mom was kind of quick and urgent. On the way back we were stopped for about 15 minutes at the border and told to get Quebec plates for the next time we drove through the border. The 2nd time, last weekend, we did not have Quebec plates. I looked into it and it was confusing and looked like it would require a lot of money to change the car to meet Quebec standards, so I decided to give the Jeep to my Dad, because the $738 California registration fee was due on July 28th and I knew it would be cheaper for him to own it in New York. Plus, he gave me the Jeep so really I'm just giving it back to him. He lent us his other car, a 4 door Mercury Mystique, which we really liked for all 8 hours we had it.
At the border they would not let us in, saying we were residents now because we had been here for 3 months. It sucked because it was about 10pm at that point and 11pm by the time we got out of there. We looked around for train stations, airports, rental car outlets and finally staid at a very nice Best Western in Plattsbugh, NY. It sucks to be too tired to enjoy a nice hotel.
So we took the greyhound back up, with the idea we could rent a car and go down and get the rest of our stuff out of the car. At the bank that weekend, we found out that Gabe's driver's license expired on his birthday last week, so actually he shouldn't have been driving anyways. Looking around for rental cars proves difficult, as most people have already reserved their weekend rentals here in Montreal. So Gabe will take the bus down tomorrow and back, and move the car to the Plattsburgh airport which offers free parking. I wish we left it there, as it is just such a hassle.
We have appointments to get driver's licenses on September 2nd. One plus of having that, is I am under the impression that the car insurance here just might be socialized. Which, is like, WOW!
We did get to visit my Mom in her rehabilitation center/nursing home. I do not like it. No one in my family really likes it, but I guess there is a bed shortage in these places, and hopefully she won't have to be there too long. She is seeming okay. No pressure allowed on the healing leg still, so physical therapy is all about hopping. We don't know how long until anything. I get news about this usually three days after everyone else knows. So frustrating being so far away. At least it looks like the prognosis is good.