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Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
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11:40 pm - WHY
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| Monday, May 5th, 2008
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6:02 pm - Asha wackiness
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| Friday, April 18th, 2008
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9:28 pm - Because I have to put this somewhere
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Niki spies some DVD at Walmart, and declares she needs it, she's seen the commercial and it looked really good, etc. I tell her I read that it wasn't that good after all.
Niki: "Don't judge a book by its cover."
Me: "...You're judging the movie by its commercial!"
Niki: "It's really good, I can tell!"
Me: "...Do you even know what 'judging a book by its cover' means?"
Niki: "No."
There it is, then.
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| Monday, February 25th, 2008
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12:01 pm - Asha's alphabet
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A - apple
B - button
C - cookie
D - dog
E - exersize
F - frog, Frodo
G - grownup
H - horse
I - igloo
J - jump
K - kiss
L - lion
M - mom
N - Niki
O - owl
P - pig
Q - queen
R - rooster
S - sun
T - turtle
U - umbrella
V - volcano
W - water
X - X-ray
Y - yo-yo
Z - zoo
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| Friday, February 15th, 2008
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6:36 pm - Poems from Niki
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She's started writing poetry.
You are nice.
You guys are cool.
I really like you
when you drool.
Why I like you:
Because you're nice.
I give you shelter <- [sic] quoting parents, apparently
I give you ice.
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| Thursday, February 14th, 2008
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12:53 pm - First (okay second) contact
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So Monday Niki and I both went to the optometrist to get fitted for soft contacts. I've worn them in the past (rigid gas permeables), but not in about 10 years or so; when I last wore them, soft contacts weren't an option for me both due to my prescription ("blind as a bat") and astigmatism.
Niki has one near-sighted eye and one far-sighted eye, and an astigmatism as well. But due to her bizarre vision, she *needs* contacts badly, so we can train her eyes to work together properly.
I wanted something extended-wear for Niki. Eventually she's supposed to be able to sleep in hers and everything for a week, and then we'll take them out for a good cleaning overnight; and they're monthly disposables. Mine are two-week disposables, and theoretically can be worn extended wear for up to a week, but I tend to have dry eyes that make a lot of protein deposits, so I'm wearing them as dailies and cleaning every night.
So far... interesting. I find the soft lenses a great deal more comfortable than the RGP ones I had before (although those were fine), but getting them back out is way more difficult. And getting Niki's in and out is an adventure every day so far. She's gotten used to the feeling, but complains that things look fuzzy, so we'll probably wind up tweaking her prescription next visit.
Fun fun.
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| Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
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12:18 pm - Just have to share this
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Asha, now 3, is definitely a supervillain in the making. Witness this exchange early one morning:
Asha: [loud, getting louder]
Mom: [yelling] Hey, be quiet!
Niki: Mo-ooomm! Asha keeps yelling, in my EAR!
Asha: [quiet crafty sly voice] In your EAR, huh??
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| Thursday, September 13th, 2007
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2:01 pm - AUGH! MEME!
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1. Go to www.careercruising.com
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top umpty results:
1. Archivist
2. Taxidermist
3. Historian
4. Industrial Designer
5. Editor
6. Anthropologist
7. Interior Designer
8. Drafter
9. Dental Assistant
10. Computer Trainer
...yes, I've always had a burning desire to be a taxidermist... (?!)
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| Saturday, September 1st, 2007
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4:03 pm - New dog!
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This is Desi, a supposedly poodle/schnauzer mix from the local animal shelter, less than a year old. Very sweet and playful. She needs a bath and a trim pretty badly, but as she's just been spayed we'll wait a few more days before doing that. So far she gets along well with Molly, but we'll see how the next few days do.
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| Sunday, May 20th, 2007
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1:41 pm - Irony
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Behind our house was a large undeveloped plot of land, all natural meadow with a few creeks running through it, half in a flood plain. It got bought, and is being "redeveloped" as a housing addition with a few commercial stores.
All of the trees that were there, including some right up against our back fence, were bulldozed. All of them.
The name of the development?
Arbor Village.
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| Tuesday, May 8th, 2007
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11:59 am - A POST!
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Yeah yeah, I know.
So we got a canvas tent, for SCA camping. And I want to paint it. So these are my options. Yes, it's a big picture.
Option #1 is based on...well, stripey tents are ubiquitous in period. The upside is that this is darned easy, but the downside is that it's boring.
Option #2 is based on some illustration from c1400, most notably the tent in the upper righthand corner. The upside is that this would look fairly spiff. The downside is all those circles...
Option #2 is based on some Sienese tents from 1479, particularly the one on the lefthand side. Again, fairly spiff, but again, all those engrailings...
Options #2 and #3 both have the added upside of me being able to paint our devices onto the doors (or the roof of #2) later on, without having to worry about painting over something already there.
So...woot or whatever. Opinions?
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| Sunday, January 14th, 2007
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3:25 pm - ICE
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| Thursday, August 10th, 2006
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4:19 pm - DOG
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 So, we got a new puppy finally. Yay!
Another female rat terrier, this time brown and white (really almost red), about three months old, named Molly. Very sweet disposition.
Then we put her into the back yard last night while we went out to eat and go to church, and when we got back two hours later she was GONE.
There is a small gap where a board broke in one of our gates. I didn't think she was small enough to fit through, but maybe... We walked around the neighborhood some, but it was already getting dark.
This morning, after plans were made to canvas the neighborhood with flyers, we were woken up at 7am by a mournful houling cry outside the back door. Yay smart puppy!
The back gate, which I'd left open, was shut and latched. Either there was some really strong wind last night (not impossible, I suppose), or someONE put her back in the back yard and shut the gate behind her. Since she was probably crying like all getout when we left yesterday, it wouldn't surprise me if someone decided to rescue her for a few hours. Either way, we're happy.
So for now she's a mostly-indoor dog, and so I get the joy of cleaning up puppy accidents, of which she's had two so far. Not so bad. And getting her crate trained, which is going fairly well given that she's really only had one day to meet and greet the crate.
She spends a lot of time flopped out on cushions and pillows and blankets snoozing with the girls. :)
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| Tuesday, June 6th, 2006
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3:47 pm - Goodbye, snooze
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| Thursday, May 11th, 2006
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4:25 pm - Penny & Jack
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| Sunday, May 7th, 2006
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12:53 am - One Year Ago Today... part 9 (final)
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Friday, May 7, 2005. The very very very long day.
Waaaaay too late at night Thursday night we made it to the Indira Gandhi national airport and negotiated getting our bags checked and checked through. We constantly get whisked to the short line, probably both because of that neon US CITIZENS sign, and also because of the BABY! sign. (I really enjoy the BABY! sign. It gets you into all the shortest lines.) When checking at the British Airways counter, we were practically forced to stand in the first class/super-duper-cool-club line. It was easy to request a seat with a bassinet, and then we were waved on to the security and embarkation lines. There we found out we didn't fill out the emmigration card for Asha; we had ours, in our passports from when we arrived, but the person at the desk just handed us a blank form to fill out for her right then so we didn't have to go to the back of the line. No biggie, then it was off to security.
They checked our tickets and passports again (basically every door we went through that happened) and waved us on to the gates. BA to London, on a crowded flight. The bassinet fit nicely on the bulkhead wall, although when it's in place one of the two chairs it's in front of can't use their tray or raise their tv up all the way. It was easy to ring for an attendant when I wanted the bassinet taken away or put back. Asha slept just fine in it, to my amazement. And, of course, being in the bulkhead row, no in-floor luggage, which meant all the baby stuff had to be either in my seat (ha ha) or in the overhead bin compartment. I'm sure the guy sitting in the aisle seat really enjoyed how many times I made him move so I could get into the bag. HE wanted to sit there, his problem.
We arrived in London at 7:05am, the same day. Yyyeah. Layover was until 12:55pm, so we grabbed some lunch at a restaurant in the airport and browsed the shops and contemplated calling friends in the area. We really couldn't leave the terminal, because even though US citizens can walk about visa-free, India citizens can't. Go figure! It's possible we could have gotten a temp one-day visa for Asha and left the terminal long enough to actually SEE England, but the airport is really pretty far from anything interesting and we decided we didn't have enough time to mess with it. One more looong leg to Chicago, which landed at 3:20pm. That's way too long to fly with it being daylight outside the entire time. In Chicago we did immigration. We got to go in the US Citizens/Residents line, even though one of us wasn't (Asha), and hand over the precious visa packet along with assorted passports. I believe we had to go claim our luggage, and then go through customs ("nothing to declare!") and luckily weren't pulled for a random check. Rechecked the luggage, and then ate at yet another airport restaurant. That layover was until 7:09pm, and then we were on the last leg to OKC, arriving sometime after 9pm.
Did I mention ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rfrancis can't sleep on airplanes to speak of? That means he'd been up since Thursday morning, and arriving in OKC was approx Saturday morning for us. Ugh. We were surprised in the (empty) terminal by a couple of friends of ours from Texas. Turns out they'd been clever and had flown in from DFW, timing their arrival to be close to ours, and had just hung around in the terminal waiting for us! Clever, clever. Everyone else had to wait out in the lobby, of course.
And there was both sets of grandparents, and friends, and a happily squealing Niki, who suddenly seemed much much larger to me. And Asha's eyes got real wide again and she stared, just stared, at Niki for the longest time. We still had an hour drive home, but I barely remember that part of the trip. Home, with family.
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12:37 am - One Year Ago Today... part 8
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Thursday, May 6 2005.
Again, not so much with the bright and early. Still earlier than the day before, we declared we only had to pick up the visa packets, and then we were all DONE. But first, a bit of sight-seeing.
We didn't have a real plan or list of things we wanted to see, so just told our driver to take us to see neat things. Largely this was a good idea. Since we weren't too far away, first we got to see the capital complex.
 
Imagine a really huge fancy Mughal-style castle, complete with crenellated walls and cool-roofed turrets and such. Okay that's just the finance ministry. There's another fort-y-castle-y building over there. That's the military's building. And that huge round enclosed colloseum thingy over thataway is parliament. We drove up the road between all the ministry buildings, and I do mean 'up' cause the whole complex is built on a hill, and at the end of the grand road was a MUCKIN' HUGE cast iron gate, behind which were fancy gardens with an actual palace beyond. As in, made-the-other-buildings-look-plain. Oh, that's the president's house. Yeah.
 
 We turned around to head back down, and that's when the view really kicks in. All this stuff is built on top of a flattened hill, and down the hill, at the bottom, is a huge plain, and dead center in it is the India Gate waaaaay far away. It took several minutes to get to it. It's this truly impressive giant gate -- think Arc d'Triumph -- with water gardens and fountains and such on each side. The husbands got out to walk closer to get better pictures (both girls were asleep), and were immediately accosted by guys with monkeys ("see the monkey dance! take picture!") and guys selling toys and stuff, and women sneaking little flag pins onto your clothing, and a small child whose sole purpose seemed to be to get into your shot so you couldn't take a picture without him in it. It was amusing, from the car. :)
 
 After that we drove to Humayun's Tomb, the model for the Taj Mahal, neither of which did I really get to see. The latter because it's several hours away in Agra, and the former because they charged admission. Something silly like 25 rupees for Indians and 225 rupees for foreigners. Ha ha ha no. That's like $0.50 versus $5.00.
 
We also saw the Red Fort in Old Delhi, but didn't take a real tour around it because we were getting tired. And everywhere we drove in all of the roundabouts (tons of those) there were little parks, or ancient tombs, or old fountains. We wound up in Connaught Circle, I believe, around lunchtime somewhere in there, because we requested "something Western...like McDonald's" of our driver. Yes, we were bad. But it was hilarious! The McD's was off in what essentially was a strip mall, only bigger, and had a door attendant who opened the door for you. The decor was about the same (although with marble floors), and the menu was strangely familiar yet wildly different. Remember, no beef. So there was a lot of vegetarian fare, and chicken. I wound up with some kind of breaded & fried chicken sandwich thing that's nothing like what you get in the US (and I don't really like chicken sandwiches), and fries. And then we got ice cream for dessert.
 This -- THIS -- was the golden moment when Asha decided we were probably okay after all. I'd gotten a few almost smiles out of her in the car, whenever we'd hit a particularly large bump (lots of those, and me & her were in the very back), but that was all. One taste of the ice cream, and her eyes went wide and she wanted more MORE like she'd never tasted anything so good ever. I wish I'd had the camera out at that point.
After eating, we poked around a bit more, and requested some shopping. I wanted to buy some cheap bangles, but this is where our driver betrayed us, and took us to this uber-fancy goldsmithing jewelry shop, where they literally turned on the lights and AC and started up a dog & pony show about painstakingly making all the jewelry by hand see this kid huddled in a tent outside with a grinder and tools and and. Yeah, yeah, whatever. No, I'm not paying $$$$ for that, even if it is a fantastically good price (and I'm sure it was). I did buy a single silver bracelet, very nice, for less than what it would cost me in the US, but no cheapy bangles. Ah well. It took a while to pry them loose from us, but we managed, and then it was time to go pick up the visas.
A quick trip by the embassy, and we let the guys out to run inside to pick up the packets. Our driver then attempted to park further down the open street, where we could still see the main doors, and that's when we discovered that the embassy guards didn't want you parking even that close. So we drove randomly around the block a few times, checking back at the barricades every time around the block, until we saw the husbands. Sure enough, it was maybe 15 minutes all told. Then it was back to Renu's for supper and attempted sleep.
Sleep, you see, because our flight out of Delhi was to take place at 2:10am the next morning. Add in getting-to-airport-early time and such, and we had to leave Renu's around 11pm or so. The other family, smarter than us, had opted to stay another day or two before going home.
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| Friday, May 5th, 2006
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9:17 am - One Year Ago Today... part 7
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Thursday, May 5, 2005.
Bright and early -- okay, not so bright and early. The other family wasn't as used to dealing with a kid's timetable as we are, I guess, since she was their first child. Plus, she wasn't drinking much. At least Asha would drink plenty of water from her bottle (although not formula), and food intake was still limited to a tiny bite now and then and not much else. A food strike made sense -- it was the one thing they could both control in the chaos. We figured when they got hungry enough they'd eat, and just concentrated on keeping fluids going. But the other little girl didn't want to drink from a bottle much either, so they had to resort to a medicine dropper. Tedious, but it works.
Anyway, after breakfast we got another car (we'd been taking these mini-SUV-type cars; Toyota Qualis, which aren't as comfortable in the wayback as the Ford Endeavor) and went first by the doctor's office to pick up the medical packets. That didn't take too long, luckily, and then we were off to the US embassy. The place is about as barricaded as you'd expect. The embassy district is already full of these big sprawling complexes sequestered behind high brick walls. The US embassy had gone one further, and had barricaded the street that is directly in front of it. At each end of the street were literally mobs of people just hanging out, mostly drivers and family members of others inside. There were a few enterprising vendors selling bottled water and snacks from little mobile carts. Cars were discouraged from parking on the OPEN streets nearby, so I guess most of the waiting cars were more than a block away. We were allowed to drive past the barricade so we could get out in front of the doors.
Somewhat like an un-fun amusement park, there was one entrance "guarded" by one person who glanced at us and our passports (we didn't even open them, just started to wave them) and pointed us towards the short line. Everyone else had to go into the long line; both were those steel post fences that zigzag back and forth. The short line cut right to the front, ta-da! and we were waved into the airconditioned inside. Must have been that giant blinking US CITIZENS sign floating above our heads.
Oh for government service like this in our own country. Here, it's like pulling teeth sometimes to get attention and basic courtesy. In a foreign country, it's like "roll out the red carpet! strike up the band!" There's just something wrong about that. Although it's nice. But wrong.
An employee right by the door asked what we needed, and when we started mumbling I-600 and visa she interrupted and directed us to the US Citizens room. Past more insanely long lines of Indians. In the tiny USA room, there were chairs and a COMPUTER and a couple of teller windows. We checked in and said "Uh, I-600..." and gestured at the babies and they nodded and said someone would come fetch us. In the meantime I think we discovered the computer had Internet access, and so we all pounced at the chance to check email and news and such. Fairly soon some other embassy employee arrived and had us follow him back out the way we'd come in, hanging a right at a little door on the side near the entrance that went back outside, behind a wall into a nice courtyard. Around the outside of the building a ways, and then back inside airconditioning (about this time you realize how humid it gets) to the INS offices. To sit and wait some more. At least in this waiting room there was a restroom.
It wasn't too long before we were called back, and we traded paperwork back and forth for a while. Approval of our I-600 was granted (yay!) and then we were told that he'd send the approval over to the visa office. We waited for the other family to get their approval as well, then we were escorted back to the first sitting room.
Next item on the agenda: filling out the request for an IR-4 visa. Only hitch was that it was now lunchtime, and the teller windows were all closed with blinds. At least the babies had food. Not the brilliant adults (but see later for more on this...) At some point, before the lunchtime hour posted was over, one of the windows opened and we were given the form to start working on. We had to fill it out as if we were Asha, which was sometimes confusing, because the form kept asking for things like place of employment and amount of savings and such. Then the same for relatives, as I recall. I think we did get to put down ourselves as relatives (even though the adoption isn't final until later). I remember at some point one of us had to go wait at the teller window until someone showed up to ask them a question about filling out the form. Once filled out, with attachments (I-865, tax returns, more paperwork), we were told to go sit outside in the main waiting room, and our names would be called.
That was when we discovered that the main waiting room, while always packed, HAD FOOD. Actually, we didn't discover it until we were about to leave, because it was BEHIND us and we didn't look around much. Jammed back up against the back wall was a vendor selling bottled water and other drinks, and sandwiches and chips and cookies and candy. If only we'd known, we wouldn't have been dying of low blood sugar while waiting for someone to call our names unintelligibly on the overhead speaker in the noisy crowded room. I believe we actually resorted to eating the dry cheerios I had been feeding Asha. This was by far the longest dullest wait. Probably after a good 45 minutes, we got called to one of the numbered windows, and we handed over more paperwork. And money.
We were told we had to come back the next day to pick up the actual visa and visa packet, but that it wouldn't take another long wait in line. On the way out we discovered the food, and promptly raided for water and m&ms and snickers bars. We were almost out the last door when we realized we needed to call our driver. We turned to the nearest employee, one of the door guards, and asked if they had a phone we could use. We got the blank look at first, then puzzled, then a 'no'. We were about to go back inside and ask when another employee came out, on his way out and noticed we had the glowing blinking neon USA CITIZENS sign floating above our heads. He asked if we needed anything, and we repeated the request for a phone. He ushered us outside, then pulled out his cell phone and made the call for us. Yay. :) Within two minutes our driver zoomed through the barricades and we hopped in.
While waiting, we talked to a bored-looking guard perched on a stool. He told us that day's high, around 95F or so, was pretty cool for that time of year. Delhi regularly gets well over 100F, and it's HUMID. The temperatures while we visited didn't bother us too much, since we're from Oklahoma, but going in and out of air conditioning all the dang time was annoying.
By this time it was mid-afternoon, and even with snacks we were starving, plus it was past naptime for the girls and in general we were all tired. We headed back to Renu's. I think that evening (early evening, late afternoon actually) we ordered take out from some Indian place that Renu recommended. The phone book had entire menus in it, which was handy.
That evening I snuck out of bed once Asha was asleep and went to take a shower. That's when I verifyed that the bathroom we had shared a hot water heater with the kitchen, and therefore it was OFF at night. Still, a cool shower was nice, especially since our AC was acting up. At some point either that night or a previous night, Asha had managed to scoot scoot scoot down under the covers until she tumbled off the end of the bed. She wasn't too happy about that...
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| Thursday, May 4th, 2006
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2:45 pm - One year ago today... part 6
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Wednesday, May 4, 2005.
Early in the morning we checked out of the superposh hotel (getting some money changed at the desk), and got a ride to the domestic terminal of the airport. It was a bit more chaotic outside this time, and someone hopped up with a luggage cart and took our luggage for us. We shrugged and let him; he knew the place well, of course.
Flashed tickets to get inside the airport, got the bags initially scanned, then on over to the Jet Airways check-in counter. Got our boarding passes and luggage checked, then tipped our luggage carrier (who was hanging around, of course, but not obnoxiously) and wandered over to the seating area. We couldn't go through security until an hour before the flight. The other family showed up fairly soon, and we went through security together. The whole while Asha just quietly looked and stared and stared and looked. She was done crying, for the most part, unless I had to put her down (like to change a diaper).
I much prefer international security checks to the ones in the US -- they're equally as rigorous, but no nonsense about taking off your shoes or jewelry. Stuff goes through the x-ray machine, you go through the scanner, then into a separate male/female scanning area for a personal wanding. The female area is curtained off, too. It's MUCH FASTER since people don't dally around taking off half their clothes. Jet Airways is very nice, and it was a short flight (around 2 hours) to New Delhi.
Once in New Delhi, we claimed our luggage, and then stepped outside where there was a HUGE MOB of waiting drivers and taxi cab men. We found the one holding a sign with our name on it (we'd pre-arranged an airport pickup) and followed him. Then a crowd of guys hovered around, trying to get a hand on our luggage so they could claim they "helped". We did tip one guy who picked up our heaviest bag and put it in the trunk, while our driver rolled his eyes. Then a friend appeared and demanded a tip too; we'd overtipped and so told them to split it, and they started arguing. After a minute of this, the driver turned and said in the CLEAREST english we heard the entire trip, "close the door now." They dutifully backed off and closed the door and left without saying another word.
We and the other family both stayed at the New Delhi Bed & Breakfast, hosted by Renu Dayal. It is very close to the airport, and in a gated complex of apartment buildings. Hers is at the end of a street (alley, really), on the ground floor. It has a beautiful garden in front, and the rest of the house is very much a home; very nice and comfortable, and a wonderful place to say. The only downsides were the slightly unfriendly dog, the wacky airconditioning (either freezing or non-existant) and the lack of hot water (it had to be lit separately... but cold was nice). The upsides were probably worth it, especially as Delhi is way more expensive than Kolkata. (The Hyatt New Regency in Kolkata? $80 a night. In New Delhi? $250 a night. Yyyeah.)
Once we got our bags and such settled in, we wanted to get to work on the immigration process right away. We decided to do the doctor's visits and visa photographs first. Renu helped us by calling a driver and giving him instructions on where to go, including a local chinese restaurant for supper.
Anju, the orphanage director, had given us a packet containing four visa photos, I believe. We went ahead and got six more at the market (you just say "need visa photos" and the drivers know where to go... the visa photo marketplace!); this turned out to be SERIOUS overkill, as I think we only needed 4 photos total. Still, eh, it was cheap. We called the first doctor on the list to make sure that they were open and that they had the form for the visa medical examination. For the doctor's visit, we needed the immunization chart that we got in one of the many packets from the orphanage. We forgot ours, and had to go back to Renu's to pick it up.
The doctor's office was in a house in the embassy area, dimly lit and quiet. The exam was quick, weighing and measuring the kids while they looked around, and then updating immunizations. Both girls had to have two or three shots, and they were NOT HAPPY as you can expect. The other dad was a NICU nurse, and so we trusted him to watch for anything weird like not using new disposable sharps and such, but it was all good.
After the doctor's visit, we were told we'd have to come back the next day to pick up the medical packets. Fine, whatever, it was almost suppertime anyway, and we really hadn't eaten any lunch aside from what the plane gave us. We went by the Nan King chinese restaurant, and decided we'd really like to get take-out instead because we were all so tired. Inside, the gentleman at the counter greeted us warmly, ushered us into a side room, turned the AC up, gave us menus and took our order to be delivered. He said he feeds 130 street children gathered at a local Catholic church frequently (once a week, I believe, although it may have been once a day!). We went back to Renu's, and about 20 minutes later our food arrived. It was lots, and it was good.
Renu had a computer hooked to the 'net that you could "rent" for a certain amount, and a fridge kept stocked with bottled water that you could buy any time. There was a list in our room that we filled out to keep track of how many bottles of water and how much computer time we used, so she could add that to our bill at the end. All honor system. And she had a servant that would arrive via the back door early in the morning, and leave sometime in the evening. He spoke little to no english, but would wash baby bottles and spoons and bowls whenever you walked into the kitchen and looked appropriately helpless.
There was a school nearby, I think, and we could hear kids laughing and playing outside, cars zooming past, birds chirping and dogs barking. Street dogs were everywhere, almost as many as the cows. It was a nice change of pace from the uber-swank hotel. Our hostess was retired, having once worked for some giant telecom company with a presence in New Delhi. She herself was from Goa, and said she'd always wanted to rent out her spare rooms and have a dog.
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| Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006
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9:35 am - Pics from previous days...
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