Mr. T was a trooper of the very best sort, going to school with his head wrapped in gauze and wires poking out the back of his neck. He didn't want to go to school, his head itched and he felt miserable about how the whole thing looked, but it ended up being a good day. People treated him with kindness and understanding, which was a good lesson in how we can expose our flaws and failings and accept the gift of other people's compassion. He looked a lot like this, only without the blue skin and soul patch:
Now we remain hopeful, pray and wait. He's back to school now with a regular sized head covered by normal hair recently cut, shampooed and styled.
The temperatures plummeted 30 degrees last night, which sucks (or blows, depending).
In the middle of dinner prep, I tried to heat up a hot dog for Mr. G last night in the microwave. A toxic fog of smoke began to roll out of the machine, prompting me to abort the hot dog project and wipe down the interior. Everything looked fine, the display gave no indication we had problems. I placed a Pyrex cup of water into the microwave and tried to cook it for 1 minute. You know the smell of burning plastic? (I know because when Mr. T was 2 he put his toy dishes in the oven and without checking first, I turned it on to preheat and melted it into a nasty chemical stew.) That's what my entire house reeks of right now. Eau de burnt Barbie doll. I've tried to get the stench out, but it's chemical and I can't seem to move it. It's adhered to the walls, ceiling and furniture. We opened doors, turned on fans, set out bowls of white vinegar and yet it lingers.
Consequently, I've purchased a new microwave. I'm no fool--I could try to get it fixed, but I've been jerked around by American enough to know that'll cost me more than buying a new unit. The really nice guy at the small appliance store next to our dojo has me all set up for delivery and installation tomorrow.
Besides, any machine smoking and spewing out odors like my microwave is probably beyond repair. What on earth would cause an appliance to self-destruct this way?
I am so ready for my vacation! (3 more days--by this time Friday I'll be sitting in an airport waiting for my connecting flight, reading The Hunger Games and drinking a latte from Starbucks!)