May 30, 2005
I slept until almost 8 a.m., which was more than 8 hours of sleep. Only problem with that was that I was fairly lethargic this morning, and haven’t accomplished much all day. I really do better on about 7 hours of sleep.
Mother and Alesia and I all got in the car and I showed Mother two different routes to Cross Keys High School on North Druid Hills Road, where Alesia has summer school. Her first day is Thursday. I will take her and Mother will pick her up at 11:30. Mother can take Briarcliff all the way to North Druid Hills, which is pretty easy to remember, even though it would be quicker for her to take the access roads next to the interstate. She avoids the interstate like the plague.
We had lunch at Fuddruckers, which was very nice because there were almost no people in there. I got a hamburger with no bun and a salad and stayed on my diet. Alesia got her favorite – hamburger and fries – and once I showed her the TV, she was very quiet and cooperative…
Mother and I were amused to see a tiny little old man in Fuddruckers with a woman who appeared to be a black hooker. She was at least 6 feet tall, had on skin tight hot pants and a halter top. She looked like RuPaul. Mom thought she might have been a nurse, and I pointed out that nurses usually don’t have long fake fingernails or wear 3 inch high heels – at least not when they’re on duty...
At Blockbuster, I got Alesia a movie in Russian, with subtitles. She didn’t believe me when I said it was in Russian, until she put in the DVD and hit play. I thought it would be a good movie but it wasn’t. We watched it this afternoon and I dozed off several times. She wasn’t too enthralled with it either. It had no coherent plot or real story, it was just a guy wandering in and out of different museums and historic buildings and interacting with characters from different centuries. Didn’t make much sense to me, and I am pretty well-versed in Russian history.
I have tried twice in the past few days to see if I could get Alesia’s friend Maria over here for a playdate, and every time it doesn’t work out. I am wondering what the problems is, but I almost don’t want to know. I have a fear that the parents don’t want Alesia around Maria because they have a bias against Alesia since she’s an orphan. I don’t know what to do. When she’s around my friends’ children she is polite, but hardly cares about seeing them. I want Alesia to have friends, but it’s hard to find anyone for her to be friends with. I know she misses being with other children.
We didn’t accomplish much in the house. I hung some more photos on my walls. We got the rest of the boxes with paintings opened. We also unloaded one large box of living room items. We still need to get some paintings hung in the living room and dining room. Mom still has no energy.
We got Mom a new cell phone. It’s just like mine. The middle-aged black lady at Verizon who wrote up the deal asked me if we wanted a cell phone for Alesia. I said nope, she’s too young, and the woman started in on a sales pitch like she hadn’t heard me. I waited until she paused for a breath, then said “Look, she doesn’t speak English very well yet, I really don’t want her having a cell phone.” Then of course I had to explain about the adoption. She got very emotional, insisted on hugging me, etc. Alesia observed all this with some puzzlement.
When she had calmed down, the woman then looked at Alesia, then me, and said “You know, she favors you.” I just grinned and said “Yep, took me a long time, but I finally found one who looked like me.” The woman looked stunned.
Mother quickly made some comment and chuckled, deflecting the tension. In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have made that feeble joke, but I was somewhat annoyed. I don’t think Alesia looks anything like me, except we both have high foreheads. The implication that it’s important that I adopt a child who resembles me is I guess what irritated me a bit. She could have black hair and brown eyes and I'd still love her.
Ah well, people are well-meaning but ignorant.