Spoke Too Soon
Do you ever feel you are cursed? That no matter what you do, you never manage to accomplish that one thing you have set out to do? If you answered yes to either of those questions, then welcome to my world!
The reason I asked is because we (me, my roommate Misty, my friends Patricia (whose sister Shirley owns the beach house), Raymi, George, and two other teachers: Stephen and Lindsay) have been trying to go to Shirley's beach house for a weekend getaway since February. And each time we have planned to go, something has happened. And guess what? That's right. Once again something has happened.
Let me recap the other failed missions:
Mission #1: The washing machine broke. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that Patricia's sister is extremely picky. If the wasing machine is broken, then the maid can't do the daily laundry of sheets, towels, etc. Chaos.
Mission #2: The generator broke. This is a big deal because if, I mean when, the power goes out then there is no power at all! The dark can only be fun for so long before it gets old. And you never know how long the power will be gone for.
Mission #3: The washing machine broke again. Still, not really a big deal, unless you are Shirley.
Today's mission was a little different. As I have already mentioned, we had a two day play rehersal where the children were cooped up in a small, hot room for a total of 9-10 hours. It was hell. Patricia's two and a half year old daughter Ashley is in preschool where we teach, so she was part of the play. As you can imagine, keeping kids locked up for that long while they sweat in crappy, over-priced polyester costumes is not a good thing. Especially when there is no water except what the children bring themselves. To make a long story short, we did not make it out of town because Ashley got taken to the hospital on our way because she was throwing up. She is now staying overnight due to dehydration.
Aside: Being hospitalized here is more commen and less of a big deal than being hospitalized in Canada or the States. This is partly because the hospitals are not so overcrowded that you are left on your death bed in the ER, and also because people tend to use private clinics and not public hospitals (only the very poor people with no insurance use public hospitals). Everyone I know here has been hospitalized in a clinic at least once for one thing or another. In fact, I was almost hospitalized when I had bronchitis, which, in retrospect would not have been such a bad idea since I was so out of it I couldn't even remember taking my antibiotics.
Anyways, Ashley is doing alright. In fact, when we left the hospital she was still talking about going to the beach. Poor thing. We have all figured that for some reason we are just not meant to have a weekend away at Shirley's beach house. We seem to be cursed.
The reason I asked is because we (me, my roommate Misty, my friends Patricia (whose sister Shirley owns the beach house), Raymi, George, and two other teachers: Stephen and Lindsay) have been trying to go to Shirley's beach house for a weekend getaway since February. And each time we have planned to go, something has happened. And guess what? That's right. Once again something has happened.
Let me recap the other failed missions:
Mission #1: The washing machine broke. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that Patricia's sister is extremely picky. If the wasing machine is broken, then the maid can't do the daily laundry of sheets, towels, etc. Chaos.
Mission #2: The generator broke. This is a big deal because if, I mean when, the power goes out then there is no power at all! The dark can only be fun for so long before it gets old. And you never know how long the power will be gone for.
Mission #3: The washing machine broke again. Still, not really a big deal, unless you are Shirley.
Today's mission was a little different. As I have already mentioned, we had a two day play rehersal where the children were cooped up in a small, hot room for a total of 9-10 hours. It was hell. Patricia's two and a half year old daughter Ashley is in preschool where we teach, so she was part of the play. As you can imagine, keeping kids locked up for that long while they sweat in crappy, over-priced polyester costumes is not a good thing. Especially when there is no water except what the children bring themselves. To make a long story short, we did not make it out of town because Ashley got taken to the hospital on our way because she was throwing up. She is now staying overnight due to dehydration.
Aside: Being hospitalized here is more commen and less of a big deal than being hospitalized in Canada or the States. This is partly because the hospitals are not so overcrowded that you are left on your death bed in the ER, and also because people tend to use private clinics and not public hospitals (only the very poor people with no insurance use public hospitals). Everyone I know here has been hospitalized in a clinic at least once for one thing or another. In fact, I was almost hospitalized when I had bronchitis, which, in retrospect would not have been such a bad idea since I was so out of it I couldn't even remember taking my antibiotics.
Anyways, Ashley is doing alright. In fact, when we left the hospital she was still talking about going to the beach. Poor thing. We have all figured that for some reason we are just not meant to have a weekend away at Shirley's beach house. We seem to be cursed.
posted by Going Somewhere @ 3:37 am
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