Renting a room

(written June 19th)

I posted an ad on Craigslist UAE a couple weeks ago: "Share spacious 2 BR brand-new penthouse apartment with professional American married couple and laid-back cat. Room is large and unfurnished, and has own bathroom. Nice kitchen, huge living room and patio. Convenient to downtown and within walking distance of city bus terminal. All nationalities welcome." It was the only ad posted for the whole week. I thought maybe I should also put an ad in the classifieds of Al Khaleej, or Gulf News, but then I wasn't really committed to renting the room anyway. Our rent here is almost double what we pay on the mortgage in Washington DC, and moving to new places is always initially expensive, and I haven't been able to work at all due to internet complications, but still: it is our last precious time together as a couple, not parents, with no one else around. And our willingness to share our space sometimes makes us wonder. Maybe we just don't subscribe to the cocooning isolation of coupledom and like to bring our community into the boundaries of our home? Or maybe it's our family backgrounds, the constant romping in and out of extended family and extended guests (at the Dakin residence, and the Gravois also had a permeable family, expanding and contracting). We wonder. It's unresolved.

 Over the next three weeks I got three responses: two Canadians, and an NYU business student here for the summer. I clarified the situation: the temporariness determined by a normal average gestation. The Canadians were scared off, but Josh the business student was not, and two weeks later showed up at our door, having come straight from the airport. A business student? Again we wondered. He sounded very business-like on the phone. But we had tea and sat on our new couch and actually liked him. He's nice. And, not surprisingly, from the San Francisco bay area.

 When I moved to DC in 2000 I was really lonely, and put an ad on Craiglist to meet people. At that time, there were about twelve posts a day on the DC board. I got about twelve responses, and all of them were California transplants. So there you go. It's quite useful, sometimes -- the early stages of a resource.

 So he'll stay with us for a while. He might stay a week, or two, or a month… we'll see. He just can't stay past the end of July. And having a stranger around motivates me, slightly, to account for my day. Did Ireally sleep for four hours just now? Well, Jackson is still asleep, what does he have to say for himself. 

 

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  • 7/14/2008 3:45 PM Eunice wrote:
    Rose, I loved reading this entry. Aria's birthdate was special for all of our children. You were so lucky to be there for her birth. We were all so excited to get to meet her a month later. And it will be so exciting and wonderful when we get to meet your little one at some point. I have a feeling that you, too, will feel that transformation to motherhood happen naturally and instinctively starting the moment you see your little baby.
    Yes, I have had my moments of being a "bad" mom. Thank goodness for dads being there. And for grandparents, aunts and uncles, friends and total strangers that help out and step in to lend a hand. I especially was thankful for my mom's best friend's husband who showed me the old Afghani trick of soothing a three month old baby.. As he rocked Maria miraculously to sleep, I asked him when he was in Afghanistan. Laughing he said, "Never. This is just the universal way of standing up and rocking a colicky baby that I am certain it is done this way too in Afghanistan."
    Sign me up for at least one ten minute slot.........xoxo Eunice
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  • 7/15/2008 6:46 PM Adriana wrote:
    Hey, when Sandy and I were driving in town this morning she told me about your new mammals-giving-birth blog entry. I've only seen baby horse Jabu being born, from 50 feet away. It was amazing to see him come out, lift his head, and shimmy toward his mom who was looking at him adoringly already. Then she got up and noticed the hanging placenta and went freaking around the barn whipping the placenta around planks and seeming to trample Jabu ... but he was fine. Good thing we learn ahead and know that there'll be some placenta coming out.
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