(well not really but that's what always goes through my head when anyone says "Putting out fires")
And that's exactly what I'm doing today. So many little fixit jobs - fix this, check that, arrange this meeting, make these little changes - I wonder when I'll get back to my actual work..
Although these hardy souls seemed somewhat oblivious...
Today on the way to work I learned how to say many useful things in Spanish. Things such as:
"Where is the Bolivia Restaurant?"
"I have no pesos, can I have some of yours?"
"I don't understand."
"Are you from Paraguay?"
"How much is the beer?"
I suspect this Spanish might be American Spanish rather than Spanish Spanish, and I have no idea how different they are. Seems everyone is from the Americas, whether they be Spanish speakers or not..
I also wonder if there's the same attitude between Spanish-Spanish speakers and American Spanish speakers as there is between English-English and American-English speakers.
As predicted, last night The Kid's father got in touch (with him, not me) about the school holidays, which are 2 weeks away. Checking on the internet shows that the cheapest available tickets are now $200, whereas when I checked previously (20 May) they were $99. So I'm saying no this time round*, with an undertaking to organise for September school holidays now, so that nobody thinks I'm trying to withhold visitation just to be mean. Or at least, that's what I hope.
* Some might think it's petty to do this over $100, but it's less about the money than about my own wellbeing. I have put a lot of time and energy into removing this man's influence from my life, and I'm not about to start paying double for plane tickets because he couldn't pull his finger out and sort it in advance. That would do nasty things to my head. It's a road I'm not going down again.
My car battery crapped out yesterday. I am now hoping that I can retain sufficient charge in it to get me somewhere that I can buy another. The alternative is lugging a new one up the hill from the train station, which I'd rather avoid if I can.
Meanwhile, The Kid will be 14 on Sunday. Golly!