Monday, January 25, 2010

Day 10 - Daily Observations and Weekend Update

Heidi and I awoke early this morning and had a failed attempt at traveling to see Zina. She is in a sanatorium about two and a half hours away in a little village, northeast of here. Everyday that passes sets a record for the coldest day I have felt. This morning was no exception as we waited in vain at the bus stop for a Martshuka. We finally flagged down a taxi.


The small print says "Feels like -33F"

The bus station wasn't any warmer because they don't heat this public area. Heidi and I just couldn't get warm. Oksana was on hand to accompany us and she didn't seem to mind the -11 degree temp. After waiting for an hour at the bus station, we were told that there would be no bus to this little village, perhaps tomorrow. We had to call Zina and break the news. If we have court this week, Heidi plans to fly home a week early and will miss seeing Zina this trip. Zina gets back to the orphanage the first week in February.

There is no news to report this side of the world. Since our phone call from Tanya on Friday, we've been in a waiting mode. I wish this time counted towards our 10 day wait! We still pray for court this week and we see Rimma every day. She is subdued and quiet when Oksana isn't around to translate. Rimma knows some English, but is shy and afraid to try it. She texted Oksana 9 times yesterday while Oksana was in church. "Please come today, I want to speak with my parents." is the message that Oksana showed us on her phone.


Posing with Heidi & Oksana

Oksana said that she can tell Rimma is quite happy to be our daughter. She sees subtle little smiles, gestures, and acts of love whenever Heidi or I say something nice or hug her. I have taken to calling her Rimm-itchka or Rheem and she loves it, a term of endearment she has seldom heard from anyone. I am quickly learning Rimma's mannerisms, ones that I have seen before but had forgotten. No doubt she will continue to use them in lieu of speaking for the time being. She is cute when she does them.



Best friends, Rimma & Ilona


We took Rimma out of the orphanage all day on Saturday and Sunday. It's terribly cold as I have previously stated, but at least the Sun is shining and the sky is blue with no overcast and not a cloud in the sky. It's been this way since Saturday morning.

Having eaten several meals with Rimma now, she has told us that she doesn't like celery, mushrooms, radishes, cauliflower, broccoli, asparagus, salo, fatty sausage or fish. I'm with her on the salo and fatty sausage. Heidi is pleased that she doesn't like fish. Yeah, we don't have to buy the nasty bag of snack fish that our other kids love!

Now that I have sufficiently bored Matt, perhaps some daily observations are in order. I don't like it when people from other cultures don't at least try to assimilate with the country and culture in which they live. Pesky Americans that turn their noses up and talk trash about other cultures irritate me at best. After all, we are in THEIR country! If I have ever, accidentally I assure you, come across as looking down on Ukraine, I apologize. I like it here, my children are from here, and I respect the uniqueness of the culture. I just like home, more. These are mere observations of things that I have noticed that are different to what I am accustomed.

  • Musically speaking, Ukraine seems to be time-warped to the late 80's. early 90's possibly. This is great for me, I spent my teens & 20's in this time frame. It was unusual to see Milli Vanilli dancing on screen to "Girl, I love you" the other night.
  • All four wheels swivel on Ukrainian grocery carts, hey, why don't we do that! I'm perpetually in some body's way and this makes it easy to move over! Love it!
  • Snow removal is a waste of time! The ice patches the long-existing potholes.
  • Despite the ice and snow laden streets, no one ever gets into an auto accident.
  • 26 (yes, I counted) can easliy fit into a 12 passenger Martshutka.
  • There is always room for half-a-dozen more in above mentioned Martshuka.
  • If you are thin, young, and female you MUST wear skin-tight jeans.
  • Careful when you order pizza. Pepperoni sounds just like pepperchini from an English speaking mouth. Just like Mushino (man) sounds like Machina (car) to us.


8 comments:

jandt said...

You guys definitely hold the record for temperature in Kherson. Keep warm, our prayers are with you. Let me know if we can help in any way.

Jim & Teresa

The McEacherns said...

Ooo, I think that's a pizza from Celantano's (just by looking at the table and brick background: obviously we spent too much time there!). If you're stateside and missing the swivel carts, head for Ikea. They've got them there, too. Sorry it's so cold, but glad all is well! We'll keep praying!

Rolan and Eileen said...

Love the cutie in the middle. What's her name?

Heidi and Felix said...

Yes, that is one of a few Celantanos here in Kiev...good eye!

Felix

adoptedthree said...

I think the pizza would have looked more appetizing if they had at least cut the peppers up!

Conethia and Jim Bob said...

That pizza makes my mouth water!! We ate it daily! I have to agree with the music assumption, although by the time we left we knew E-V-E-R-Y word to Lady GaGa's Poker Face! She's everywhere!!

Christine said...

Thank you for sharing this journey with us. I am loving it! I sure hope mountains are moved so you can expedite this Interpol thing.

Natasha said...

Ha! That is what they call pepperoni - if you want american pepperoni, you have to order "salami". We got two of those "pepperoni" pizza's at that place! :)

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