Waiting For Court Day 07
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“As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door…” Edgar Allen Poe
Last night, while I was taking a shower, I heard a knocking on my door. Then it became a rapping, then a slapping, then kicking, at my door. A note was then slipped in between the crack of our steel door. It was written in Cyrillic, so we couldn’t make any sense of it, nevermore…
The woman, at least that’s what the person who was screaming sounded like, seemed pretty ticked off. I think it had something to do with the shower, perhaps a leak in her apartment below us. We’ve been told never to open the door to anyone knocking, unless it was a translator or someone whom they had sent over. As you can imagine, we were unnerved at this incident, so we called our translator. She told us to ignore it, relax and get some sleep. We didn’t get much sleep that night…
In the morning, Gen and I made our way downstairs, hoping to avoid seeing an angry Kazakh waiting for us outside our door. Of course, our ride to the orphanage was late, so that only heightened our anxiety. When they arrived, I gave the note to the translator and asked her what it said. There was some obvious colorful language, but the author surprisingly used please a couple of times in the note. Basically, water was leaking into her apartment, and she requested that we not use the shower till it was fixed. Our translator then alerted the property manager to get this leak fixed.
Our time with Gabriel was fun today. The morning went without incident, however, the afternoon session was the fun one, at least for me. I’m proud to say that Gabriel learned how to make the razzberries. If you are unfamiliar with that sound, it’s very easy to make. Simply hold your lips together and then blow some air out. Unfortunately for Gen, he practiced it while she was feeding him. At the end of his meal, Gabriel was giggling and Gen was wearing his food.
Paka!
Waiting For Court Day 08
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No one was rapping on our door, and it looks like nothing leaked from the shower. This had the makings of a good night sleep. Eight hours later, Gen and I are enjoying breakfast and feeling very refreshed.
At the orphanage, our coordinator informs us that they will be going to the judge tomorrow to seek a court date (Now where have I heard that before…) Our coordinator is projecting us to be in court on Tuesday, March 4.
This afternoon, Gabriel was showing off his razzberry talent once again. I was summoned to keep my distance because we (Gabe and I) think it’s amusing to spray food all over mama. His teething hasn’t been bothering him as of late which is good for us. He enjoyed some time on the piano, this time playing with Maria, one of the other children which a Spanish couple from the Canary Islands is adopting. There are 2 other children as well, a boy named Sasha and a girl with a beautiful name, Gaia. Our time in the playroom seems to go much quicker with the new additions. Gabriel is certainly on alert to make sure he doesn’t miss any excitement. He is very nosey.
Weather has been unusually warm, 2 degrees Celsius today. Sidewalks are visible in some areas but now flooding is becoming an issue. It’s slushy, muddy and yucky everywhere.
Paka…paka!
