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Back in the
USA! I bought shoes for Maxim today because
he is excited about training for a cross country event in Albania this
fall. Oskar was with us so we got him a
pair also. One good thing about
boycotting Nike is that we get our shoes on sale. $80 became $29.
We also
went to the town’s biggest Goodwill (I’m not sure it’s the biggest, but they
have the shirts divided into with sleeves and sleeveless, boys, girls, toddler,
shorts, pants, tops, and shirts.)
We will go
out tomorrow for our first run. One of
Rhonda’s friends told me where to go for a one-mile run around the
neighborhood.
Yesterday, we walked in the door and Rhonda said, “Ok,
here are some rules: "(This cat) likes to
run outside, and if he does, he will act like he wants to bite you, but he never will. (This cat) cannot go downstairs, but if he does, don’t chase him
or he will run to the corner and pee.
Don’t take food out of the kitchen except for popcorn. Most of all, if you have to produce a big BM,
do NOT use the bathroom upstairs. (You know how many times you clogged it up
last year. J).”
Ten minutes
later, one of us came into the room and sheepishly said, “Ahm, I think I clogged
the toilet.” Two plungers, 4
old towels, 2 raggy shirts, and 8 hours later, the plug was shifted. We used some bleach to clean the floor. New rule:
Do not use the upstairs toilet.
The next
night, one kid came into my room. “Papa, I
have a bloody nose.” The thing was
putting out red stuff like a faucet. Three
toilet paper plugs quickly became saturated.
I asked the poor kid to lay on the floor, I put a pillow under his head
with a rug placed upside down under his shoulders. Then we washed the carpet and threw
the bloody sheet in the bathtub, with the pillow case in the sink.
“Welcome to our house, James.”
“Thanks, Rhonda.”
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