Thursday, August 11, 2016

House Party
This isn't the summer I imagined, but it will be a memorable one for sure. Ten days and roughly 1,200 euro later and the house for Tina, Job, Emmanuel and their friends is finished. 

I am thinking that their landlords are on vacation because they never got back to me about the broken heater, which is not surprising, but they did not get back to me about the receipts, which is strange. I sent them these before and after photos, as well. 

bathroom

Kitchen Electric Stuff
Kitchen

Tina and Job's room

stairway

hallway

please notice the new shelf paper in the kitchen

Emmanuel's room is so much better!

Today we took Tina to the "good" hospital that is near her house, but is not 80 years old with the last generation equipment like the one nearer to her house to get them to open a file for her so she will be accepted there when she goes into labor. It turns out that the receptionist is in trouble for not taking appointments by phone, but the whole staff seems to be covering for her. The doctor at the women's health clinic told us to go in person. We waited where we were told, but no one every called for us to enter. When F did his tall, clueless American routine and walked in, the lady who we need to do the paperwork said that it wasn't our fault, but that we had been ill advised by this doctor who had the nerve to send people to her. Meanwhile, F saw that she was doing nothing while we were waiting but twiddling her thumbs. We asked her and her coworkers to help us make an appointment and do the right thing because I know enough about Italy to not piss off the very people who will be able to make our lives wonderful or miserable when Tina is in labor. I kissed her ass in a rather impressively expansive way and she opened her magic appointment book, which was largely blank despite all her bellyaching, and she gave us an appointment to come back tomorrow for the magic Italian second-try appointment at . . 8 AM. This means another early 6 AM wake up for us during vacation. The rewards of this refugee aid process are huge but well spaced and hard to locate. It is my version of Pokemon Go, the burnt out social worker edition. 

spying on the new families

me getting how to italian grandma advice

a new babbo

so carino!

We then went to the comune of Montecatini to get Tina her residency papers so she can get a pediatrician and food stamps. I think we inadvertantly might have gotten her housemate in trouble for never paying the garbage tax, but that is a story for another day. We got her magic paper stamped and then dropped her off to go shopping for an overnight bag and pajamas. It turns out that when I advised her to pack a hospital bag, she got stuck at phase one which was not having neither a bag nor pajamas. Then we drove like an extra two hours out of our way to go back to IKEA and drop yet more money on a mattress for Emmanuel who has had a spring sticking into his back for months. There was a weird lottery system where you had to pick up the mattress at an Ikea storage facility outside of the store where there was a pizza tree and other magic delights. I got so punchy that when the pierced, tattooed, and new age mulleted clerk told us that he could not find our mattress, I turned him around and pointed behind the stock room doors and told him that the little guy, meaning the mattress, had just waved at me through the window and wanted to come home, please. That's me. Making bizarre jokes in a second language.

at the comune

bless you, comune di Montecatini, for being relatively efficient

notice the little noose they have at the IKEA pick up center . . not for nothing.

dante's furniture limbo/inferno

the IKEA pizza tree (don't ask)

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