December 18, 2012
Last holiday season Theo’s
Secret Santa never showed up for the third graders gift exchange. When the
scoundrel came to school the next day, he handed Theo a note declaring his despair
and intention to present Theo’s gift in the near future. Day after day, Theo
waited for the anticipated present yet the boy failed to provide it even into
the ensuing school year. A few weeks ago, the day came to choose names for
Secret Santa…who did Theo chose to trade off but the sorry ass wrongdoer from
last year! Theo announced he refused to bring the perpetrator a gift…would
serve him right. He went so far as to decide he would give him his promissory
note from last year wrapped as a gift! We convinced him to be the bigger person
and raise above it, etc. He begrudgingly agreed with a scowl. Upon arrival from
school today Theo declared the boy incompetent since he gave him a gift he
already had! Oh well. Lesson learned, we can only hope.
The death trap Gol car
was scandalously hotwired and stolen from the front gate in the middle of the
night. In order to alert the police and report the vehicle pinched Joao has to
come up with extraordinary back fines and exorbitant past due fees plus
interest. The near abandoned car sported a faded for sale sign plastered in the
filthy window. One suspicious neighbor had expressed interested in purchasing
it but Joao didn’t jumped on it expediently. Now all Joao has to sell is the
key! Drama ensued. The neighbor to the left heard the street dogs sound the
alarm in the early hours even got out of bed and checked the sandy street but
there was no sign of life. He wasn’t sure if the Gol was parked in front at the
time. Observant.
Made the mad dash
downtown to attend to Theo’s popular-sized footwear again this morning. I adore
the center of the city with a maze hidden alleys and diminutive crammed to the
brim stores of every imaginable wear. Nothing tempted me from the pitched brick
streets since most of my attention was on the tile at my feet. I was afraid to spring
forward into the firm cement walls. Wishing I had more time and a pain-free
foot to explore downtown at my leisure.
More documents needed
for Dono to arrive into Calgary
legally. She will reside there for a year so many of the medical records,
medications and authorization documents need to be in order. Took several mug
shots and we vigorously voted which proved to be the most flattering for her toothless
passport photo. Dono spent the day alone in the house yesterday (72 years old)
and was able to yank all of her chin hairs and clean up her eyebrow line. She
was sooo proud of her accomplishments and asked everyone as they came in the
door if they noticed anything different about her. Cute.
Spoke with her a long
time about her life experiences. I know she needs a sympathetic ear. She cried
like a baby in disillusionment. Everyone is challenged by the events of the
season, big changes coming up in their lives and struggle with emotional
backlash attacks our comfort zone. Tomorrow the crew arrives from Calgary via Sao
Paulo. I forget what it’s like to have a toddler rule the
house!
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