tales from the fridge

the saga isn't over yet, peeps. i'll get to that in a moment.

i have to say "hurrah" because julian FINALLY slept the whole night in his own crib last night. what a relief. he had been doing part time there and then ending up with us. i felt bad because he got his first cold ever right after we got here (not bad - almost 16 months old before the firstone hit!) and the adjustment...but it's nice not getting kicked in the face, jabbed in the ribs and almost pushed out of bed. let's hope we can keep it up. (p.s. the trick is to let mommy take care of the middle-of-the-night calming. julian knows daddy will pick him up.)

while out picking up some supplies today, i decided to live on the wild side and try and come back to the house via the back roads. i turned and went through the residential areas and on the first shot, ended up right back in front of our house. score! i can't remember if i've said this or not, but there are not really street signs or addresses, so giving directions (or finding your way) is a bit hairy. it's very vague and relies on landmarks ("go to the clocktower roundabout and then take the 2nd exit, make a right after the first light and then it's the 2nd turn around."). but since RAK is pretty small, if i ever were to get lost, it appears that it would be relatively easy to get back on track. i say that now. wait for my future post where i lament my 5 hour car trip because i couldn't find my way back home.

apparently, dubai is also not bad, as you can rely on the different hotels and buildings as your landmarks. they are all so unique that they can refocus you if you get lost. however, it probably helps to know what the landmarks are and what you need to be near. details, details.

now, besides the fact that i've completely emptied all kitchen cabinets to clean everything (and now don't feel like doing anything since it's 11pm and i'm tired), it was a relatively uneventful day.

until this afternoon.

serge calls me and says, "by the way, tommy (some dude from carrefour) is coming by this afternoon to bring us a new fridge." "but we have a new fridge." "that's what i told him. he doesn't get it." 

sure enough, about 1 hour later, a truck with a freaking new refrigerator pulls up to the house. he's like, "i have your new fridge." (by the way, i could be dead by now if i actually had to wait 1 week for a new fridge. i would have plunged the rotisserie spit that is part of my oven, how cool, into myself out of frustration. luckily, we took matters into our own hands.)

so i tell him, "i have a new fridge." he says, "no, yours is not working." much back and forth, mainly because i don't think he understood what i was saying, even though i was really trying to say it as simply as possible, as slowly as possible (and not shouting like many idiots do when someone can't understand them). so i say "come in and see" and the look of utter confusion on his face was really pretty hilarious. how can one company be so discombobulated? with all of the hoopla and signature gathering from last week, i'm stunned, really.

then he asks, "where is the old one?" i would have loved to make up some stupid story, but the humour would have sadly been lost. so i said, "at carrefour." conversing with his assistants and then still no real understanding of why he still has a new fridge in his truck and mine works and isn't the broken daewoo one of last week. he reluctantly left while calling to his colleagues at carrefour, i'm assuming.

that is just too much. chuckle chuckle.