Saturday, March 3, 2007
It’s been a weird day, and
a typical day. My emotions have been all over the map.
Alesia had 2 hours of
tutoring this morning, which was good. I am pushing to get her up to speed at
least in Math in English, before next year. She’s doing great with Bronwyn’s
sister, who can come a lot of times when Bronwyn has to work. Plus Lindsey
lives very close to here. What a blessing.
Alesia has been very
excited all day. She got to go rollerskating, at a rink, which she loves.
She had her last art class
at the Spruill Center today. Mom and I went out to lunch while she was in
class. This has been fun – every week, we’ve had a nice lunch someplace in
Dunwoody, which is a far more upscale area than where we live. Gives Mother and
I a chance to talk like grownups, too. There is another class in a few weeks
but she’s not signed up for it – too much going on here at home. She told me
today after the last class that it was boring and she didn’t like the teacher. She
never mentioned those things before. Oh well. She’s very talented as an artist,
if she puts forth the effort.
We came home and putzed
around until time to take Alesia over to the Barr’s house. Alesia had presents
for Elena, their oldest child, who turns 16 tomorrow. Elena is such a sweet
girl. She and her two younger siblings were adopted by the Barrs 3 years ago,
plus they have two bio kids. It’s a lively house. Incredibly nice, good people.
While Alesia was gone, I
looked for some tax stuff, and packed my suitcase. Everything fits, barely! I
am going to limit myself to 4 packed outfits, and just do laundry there. I
always take Woolite on trips so I can do wash. The things crowding the suitcase
are all gifts, though – to the orphanage director, doctor, caretakers, agency
folks, etc.
We got a notice in the mail
the visa arrived today, but I have to pick it up from the post office on Monday
morning. I will probably go in late. I have so many things on my To Do list
before I go. One thing I have to do is go by the accountant’s office and finish
taxes. I have to pay, which stinks.
I am starting to see Igor
here, in these rooms, playing with Coco, seeing the house through his eyes.
Alesia came home to a modest condo, but Igor has a nice-sized room in a two story
house with a big yard. It’s not an elegant place, but it’s homey. He may find
it very bizarre. I don’t know what he remembers of his birth mother, if
anything.
Next Saturday looms like a
huge thing now, as I want to fly out that night. I will probably be so
exhausted I might actually be able to sleep on the plane!
