Visiting Day #7
We woke up to another cold and rainy
day. It was gray, dreary and bleak; but, we had already told Alexei to pick us
up this morning. We begrudgingly got out of bed, got dressed and headed
downstairs. Alexei was there waiting.
The other day at the institution, our
backpacks got dirty. Nothing really exciting, they had just been put down in
some dirt. Well, we ended up tracking some dirt into Alexei’s car. Suffice it
to say, our bags are not allowed in the car anymore. They go into the trunk. I
realized today as we put our bags in the trunk he had laid down garbage bags in
the back of the trunk to protect it from the dirt. I find this utterly amusing.
It’s ok if, whilst in the course of driving like a bat out of Hades, you
crumple your car into non-existence; but all of Hades will freeze over if a
little dirt gets in the car. ;) I fear for my life EVERY TIME we get into that
vehicle (BTW – people who know me well…it is a CAR. A tiny CAR…it’s a little VW…SHOCKING
I even get into it to begin with!) but it’s fine to not wear seatbelts and
drive like a maniac possibly maiming yourself and others while most certainly
getting blood in the car…but dirt….<GASP>! OH NO!
My sarcasm is in full effect today…J
On the way to the institution we
drive through cornfield, after cornfield, after cornfield after….well, you get
the idea. It is very common for mental institutions to be tucked away in the
middle of nowhere. Well, this definitely hold true for Sterling. These are some
shots taken from the window of the car today (at who knows what speed)…imagine
this is all you see for 45 minutes…
And then we know we getting close
when we see the sign for the village (and our speed slows dramatically – yay!)
Then we pass this stuff (also blurry – I told you he slows down…not he drives
the limit):
All to get to our son. Who lives down this gravel road.
Because it was raining out we were
stuck inside. And meany nurse was back. Going on in Russian about it being too
cold outside and we could sit in the little room. Which we were expecting and
trust me – we didn’t want to be outside. But she repeated it several times for
us. Just in case we missed it the first few.
I talk about this little room. Here
are some pictures of “the little room.” We measured it today – just for you.
For those of you who don’t know us personally, Brian is 6’1”. He can nearly
touch the sides of the room with his arms outstretched. The room is a little
less than 8 feet wide. Brian then measured it’s length – 18 feet.
In “the little room” we have:
a couch:
a table:
and chairs:
Enjoy!
Can't wait for him to get out of there and have a REAL playground to play on!
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