Parallelogram: Waste Post Post Haste

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Laura\Mayaguez

Let’s talk about garbage…

Garbage trucks are just as exciting in Mayaguez as they were in Madison.  Except these garbage men do it old school and walk behind the truck, manually dumping the basura in the back by hand.  Which means extra face time for my kiddos.  Bonus!

I wonder if any other kids on their route eat their breakfast on the stoop in order to watch them work? The driver honks the horn, and the guys wave and smile.  I considered getting them Christmas cards but never got my act together.

Lion gets in on the action too

Lion gets in on the action too

What’s the recycling scene like?

Existent. Underused.  I wonder if most of the locals even know about it?

You have to take it yourself to the drop off sight, which conveniently is about 5 blocks from my neighborhood.  They are not open on weekends so people just shove their stuff on the curb so there is a big mess by Monday morning. 

A couple of dudes are in the little office.  You sign a sheet with your address.  I guess so they see who actually cares enough to go there.

But they don’t recycle glass!

Reciclaje

Reciclaje

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Lisa\Montreal

Let’s talk about garbage…

Madison had a fantastic waste services, most specifically you could put large items on the curb (after posting a curb-alert on craigslist of course) and they would just disappear every other week.  For someone who reorganizes and purges frequently this was terribly convenient (though I’m sure we paid for it in taxes – let’s not go crazy).  Montreal is also waste-removal friendly, removing trash from the curb like in Mayaguez:

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I am compelled to point out the female-ness of our collector because I have new role model:

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‘sup?

Such a rare sighting I had to google female garbage collectors and while this is not the woman who works in my neighborhood, this is a nice piece on another one of Montreal’s rare birds:

“France Beaudin is pretty badass. She looks like the kind of woman Disney might base a cartoon on if they were in the business of putting out more female characters in vein of Brave. She has two kids she raises on her own and likes her job because of the security, the schedule and because it keeps her in shape.” – From Meeting a Garbage Woman

I could see myself doing this work and enjoying it.

What’s the recycling scene like?

Equally smooth.  Bags out to the curb every Sunday.  They do get rifled through for bottle deposits but in true Canadian fashion, there is hardly every any mess left behind.  Positive stereotypes!

I never thought I’d write about garbage but given how much energy it requires from the  household, it’s important to have good service and we do.  Thanks Montreal.

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Pelicans, Hard cookies and TP

I love weekends. We get to explore and each “Sabadomingo” as the kids call it feel like a mini-vacation to me.

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view from the lookout

La Guancha is a boardwalk and beach area in Ponce. Down by some awe-some looking docking cranes, there is a tiny beach area, sunny playgrounds and a long boardwalk of food stands and pelicans.  Really, there didn’t seem to be much other to do there than eat and drink.  It held the kids attention for a couple hours, that’s all. Crunchy cookies helped.

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It was nice to gaze upon the big yachts in the harbor.  Dream a little…

Oh, but bring your own toilet paper.  There was NONE in the men’s or ladies rooms. And each little restaurant had their own public toilet in the back but they were all a bit creepy. I’ve had reoccuring creepy bathroom dreams my whole life and these didn’t help. haha

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Vote for Mayor Goldie Wilson – name that movie

Get that reference? Yeah, Back to the Future. The car has a speaker blaring that as it drives through Marty’s town.

Here’s the Puerto Rican version:

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I just get a kick outta these speakers. Some are pretty heavy duty. Some are clearly Best Buy speakers bungee-corded on top.

Oh, and lemme tell ya. They don’t scare my kids AT ALL when they come blaring past. No, not one bit.

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Altitude adjustment

Outta curiosity (because sometimes my ears still pop) I wanted to know what the altitude difference was between D’s school and our house.

So I uploaded an app, which I’m not sure if I trust. But here’s the results:

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home

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school

 

So there you have it.

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I’m making spicy chikungunya for dinner with a side of shingles

So I had Chikungunya in December and Trevor had Shingles in 2010. We’re one-to-one in the “having survived crazy-painful illness” department. Let’s keep it that way.

Chikungunya can linger in the body for months. FUN!

no more of this

no more of this

Over Christmas the pain hung around my hands and settled nicely into my feet. I had trouble walking. “Put your feet up” people nicely suggested. NO! Oddly enough my feet killed more when I put them back on the floor after having them raised. Mornings were killer. Knives in feet. The longer I stood, the better my feet felt.

Good thing I have to get up outta my chair like, three times every dinner.

Happy to report, the pain has subsided and I can actually take jogs again now. huzzah! Though I still hobble like an old lady some days.

Remind me never to get arthritis.  On second though, I won’t need reminding.

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Parallelogram: Doctor Who What Where and When

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What kind of healthcare is available in Mayaguez?

All medical care is private. But after much ado, headaches, and finagling, we bought health insurance!! It covers every doctor on the island. It’s also awesome because it covers dentists. However…

We have heard that the wait times at doctor’s offices are like 3-4+ hours.  Even WITH an appointment! So, plan on spending your whole day there.  The Puerto Ricans I have met simply don’t go to the doctor until they absolutely have to. I’ve heard it’s easier to get pets into their vet than humans to their docs.

My new years resolution is to collect doctor’s names, a list of emergency clinics just in case, and emergency numbers.

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Who would I see if bonked on the head by a coconut??

 

My neighbors know of a pediatrician that will call you about a half hour before you’re likely to get seen so you don’t have to wait all day at the clinic! Sign me up! Trevor’s cousin knows of a few Marquette University trained dentists which would be nice to go to, but they aren’t too close to us.

Along the same lines, let’s talk about 911.  Yeah we have it here! Great I thought! But I have recently been informed that you should skip calling 911 and just call one of the private ambulance companies to get the job done faster if you need to get to a hospital. Hrm. They know the city better and 911 just calls them anyway after talking to you a while. Okay…more emergency numbers to obtain.  But then I sit and think, “In an emergency, would I reach someone that could understand my panicked English?”

And how many times can I use the goodwill of my ER doctor neighbor before she hates us?

So far the only health related person we have set up is a massage therapist–haha

Ok, NOBODY GET SICK!  EVER!

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What kind of healthcare is available in Montreal?
Health care in Canada is delivered through a publicly funded health care system, which is mostly free at the point of use and has most services provided by private entities. – Wikipedia

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Growing pains.  That’s what all these posts are about really.  I had an ex-pat moment the other day sliding down the street (THEY DON’T PLOW THE ROADS HERE!!!  They mostly do.) during a blizzard while getting lost (WHY WON’T MY GPS UNDERSTAND FRENCH?!?!  It mostly does.) and ended up tearfully, over-dramatically lamenting all that continues to be unfamiliar.  I got over it, somehow realizing that in another six months I’ll be closer to fine, but meanwhile I’ve got real problems with real pains:

What happens if we get sick?

We now have our public health cards so we’re supposed to go to a walk-in clinic.  We cannot see a doctor directly because the waiting list for new patients is anywhere from one to three years, depending on who you talk to.  I have heard terrible stories about the clinics, most recently one of Kris’s colleagues had an eye problem.  She went to the clinic around 8pm, got into a room at 11:30pm, saw a doctor at 4am only to be told the ophthalmologist wouldn’t be on call until 9:00am.  I am terrified of the healthcare system here and that doesn’t feel good.  It kind of makes me sick.

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We are on that waiting list but I’ve heard that you can forget about that and simply keep your ear to the ground for docs opening up appointments.  Randomly.  Via friend-of-a-friend in the know.  Gossip.  I subscribe to a widespread e-mail list for this purpose and have followed up on every lead presented.  This is what happened most recently:

Called clinic with rumored pediatrician taking new patients.  Was told to call back Friday morning when the doctor would release her schedule.

Called Friday.  No schedule.

 Called following Friday.  No schedule.

 Called third Friday.  No schedule.

 Called last Friday and was told doctor now pregnant and not accepting new patients.

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I posted this update back to the e-mail group should anyone else be in the same position and I must have built up quite a panicky history because the THE MOST AMAZING THING HAPPENED:

A doctor, a mother of two, wrote me directly, saying

“I work at St-Mary’s Family Med and started as a staff physician a few months ago so I have some openings and could take you and your family as new patients if you would like.”

This is what will happen when I meet this woman, and I know I will meet her because I have no other options how could I refuse?

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Squeaky, nervous, ex-pat mother wheels are the NOISIEST (They mostly work.).

Meanwhile, in a parallel universe, my high school boyfriend is looking for patients.

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Spanish back home

We spent about 2 weeks in Wisconsin over Christmas and New Years. Just enough time to hit some of our old jaunts, visit with family and friends and catch the flu. yeah.

We stayed in a hotel in Madison instead of a friend’s house so we wouldn’t get them sick. At the cafe in the lobby, the barista was Latina. I had my kiddos with me, and I try to speak as much [broken] Spanish to them as possible. There was a little part of me that thought, “I’ll impress this lady with my Spanish! I live in Puerto Rico! My kids are going to be bilingual! Let’s speak Spanish! La-di-da!”

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In the hotel room

But then I felt dumb, She didn’t give a rat’s-ass if I spoke Spanish. Maybe she was Mexican and she hates Puerto Ricans. Maybe she thought I was insulting her or just being dumb, or a know it all.

I realized I have no idea if I should try to speak Spanish to the Latinos back in Wisconsin. It feels really strained. Forced. I mean with strangers, not my old friends. That’s not weird. Do they mind if I practice my Spanish with them? Hrm.

Also, a part of me thinks that if my innocent, pure kiddos spew out a few Spanish phrases it’ll help break the ice. Little blondies speaking Espanol can’t make anyone mad, right? Quick kids, perform!

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Are my kids dropping the f bomb or what?

P’s favorite saying demand is “Pick me Up!” With her saying that so much, I wanted to teach her how to say it in Espanol. So over the holidays I texted our tutor.

Cogeme. Perfect! The kiddos took to the saying immediately.

Then we met up with our old babysitter, Meggy. Her eyes got bigger than ever when she heard us using that phrase.

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“That’s something you say when you know, you want to get picked up. Like you’d say before sex.”

huh?

Wait, wha? I punched it in my little translate app.

oh no!

oh no!

What is my nice little girl saying?

What was my tutor smoking?

I turned to another source. Over coffee, I consulted my ever-patient neighbor Sonia. She said, sure, cogeme has no sexual connotations here. She giggled when I showed her my app.

So, woe to us when we travel to Mexico or be overheard by Mexicans in Wisconsin.

Learning Spanish is complicated. Why don’t they clear this stuff up in school? haha

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Parallelogram: A Matter of Conveyance

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With winter well upon us, I am struggling to get from points A to B.  I now know where I’m going, I just don’t know how I’m getting there.

Snow means the toboggan:

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“The winter will be long I hate to collar you.” (?)

This was such a success the first time I borrowed a friend’s, I went out and bought a double-seater.  If there’s any kind of ground-coverage this is how Farrah and I walk to school for pick-up and then she and Arlo get carted back home.  As you imagine, I am the dog in this scenario, pulling them both, complete with Arlo’s schoolbag on my back.  I don’t mind though.  It provides tremendous exercise and tons of fresh air.

When the sidewalks are clean we take the stroller but so far it is impossible to know if the sidewalks will be clean.  This happened on an initial attempt:

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These are busy, populated, commercial streets and it was a mile-long ice slick.  All shops but no sand, no salt, no shovel.  Never did I expect city streets to be impassible by pedestrians so I panicked.  I could feel the winter walls closing in, all winter long all winter long long long.  I was so upset by the time I made it to school I became the ranting and raving THAT’S-NOT-HOW-THEY-DO-IT-WHERE-I-COME-FROM ugly ex-pat.  In response I was told sidewalks don’t get cleared until there’s something to clear, like several inches’ worth of snow.  Further, my landlord told me this was particular to my borough (the Plateau) whose leader cuts winter maintenance funds in order to afford summer fun – public wading pools, splash pads and the like.  All very hard to imagine when you’re brushing snow and wiping snot-tears from your five-year-old’s “I-keep-falling-down” face.

Downtrodden but not deterred, I packed away the stroller and strapped on my Yaktrax and brought out the Kelty:

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This is great as Farrah is happy back there and it feels safe but one problem remains – they don’t make Yaktrax for children.  Arlo can’t walk with us thus negating the whole point of walking in the first place.

So one of those three options is how we roll but I’m never sure about which and when.  Tobogan, Stroller, Kelty.  It is a daunting amount of stuff to maintain when all I’m trying to do is walk back and forth to school.  I am determined however to stay out of the car.  I am determined to fill my lungs with crisp, clean (city) air and move my body.  I am determined to fill my children’s lungs with the same.  Their bodies already move plenty.

Winter.  You complicate me.

Bonus:  hauling groceries from the garage to the front door:

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Laura?

Laura?

Hello?

*flip-flops*

 

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My New Years Resolutions: Sleep

I was so looking forward to our Wisconsin winter vacay. A satisfactory sampling of snow and cold, reuniting with relatives far and wide, and the general magic of the holidays.

We’re 14 days into our 19 day stay and my kids have slept through the night ONCE. Are your kids poor sleepers on vacation? We were on a 2 week stretch of both kids sleeping all through the night right before we left. (miracle!)

Unfamiliar spaces, the fact that we’re all sleeping in one room, and travel over-stimulation all put a wrench in things. We can’t be the only ones, right?

Vacation is something special. You want it to go smoothly. You’ve planned a long time after all. When we took D to New Orleans for his first birthday, I think he screamed so loudly one night he woke up the whole hotel. Poor guy.

I don’t know about all you parents out there, but Trevor and I resort to all sorts of tricks we don’t pull at home (unless there is illness). Co-sleeping, rocking to sleep, and putting kids down earlier than usual to bed – running the risk of them getting too much sleep and spending a significant portion of the night simply ‘awake’.sleep

And throw illness into the mix now. Both kids got whammed with a nasty cold, which they kindly passed off to me.

What does everyone else do? Not traveling is not an option. I think next winter we should get a hotel instead of staying two weeks at my Mom’s. I’m going to owe her an Apology card, not a Thank You card. yeesh.

We even brought the same beds they sleep in at home

We even brought the same beds they sleep in at home

We try to sooth and comfort them, try to draw lines (doesn’t always work) and make it through our vacation with some sanity left over to enjoy the sights, old friends, and take some artistic photos.

Sound familiar to anyone?

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