TELGEN NEWSLETTER 2.0: October 3, 1998:
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Dear Family and Friends:
Here's the latest update on the adventures of the Telgens as they
muddle their way through life in lovely England.
Adventures in Housekeeping:
Okay, we learned to adjust to the smaller, less efficient appliances, but
something was just not right with the dishwasher. It was brand new, but the
dishes came out looking spotty and somewhat filmy. Then one evening, the power
in the house shorted out while the dishwasher was running. From then on, the
dishwasher got stuck in the middle of the cycle and would run for hours if you
didn't watch it closely. A repairman had better come straight away to set
things right!
Well, the repairman (wearing a Michigan
basketball cap) did set things right—er, rather, set us right. It turns out
that we were failing to put salt in the dishwasher. (Salt in the
dishwasher?!!?) In many British homes, the dishwasher shares an unsoftened
water source with the kitchen tap. So you have to dump in several kilos of
special "dishwater salt" to prevent hardwater buildup inside the
machine. Otherwise the slime covers the heating element and shorts out the
machine. As we so cleverly demonstrated.
No Health Hazards Here, Thank You: Although our home isn't
ancient (it probably dates between the 1920s and the 1950s), we do not
enjoy the modern convenience of central heating. Apparently the British used to
believe that central heating was unhealthy because it spread germs. Instead, we
enjoy germ-free radiators in each room. Now, since we don't have central
heating, there's no reason for us to have the convenience of a thermostat,
either. So to regulate the heat in the house, it's either "on" or
"off." We do have a timer to switch the heat on or off at certain
times, but so far it's proven a haphazard system at best. It is nice, however,
when your towel rack is right above the radiator, giving you nice toasty towels
in the morning.
Cutthroat
Kindergartners: David has started pre-Kindergarten at the
American Community School and is loving it (on weekends he is disappointed when
we tell him he doesn't go to school that day). He will quickly tell you about
his two teachers, his bus (number 15), the names of all his friends (every kid
in the class), and the boy who doesn't like him. It seems one day David
was playing outside and another boy stuck out his tongue. David has taken this
as a sign that the other boy doesn't like him, no matter how we try to explain
that he was probably just being silly. David knows what he knows.
School is pretty fun, when
you're a kindergartner. There are stories, painting and drawing, nursery
rhymes, music class, playing on your own playground, cooking with moms, and
field trips to the farm, the theater, and the zoo. David is learning all about
letters, and will tell you all about how you make the letters to write his
name. The other big event of this past month was a visit to see Thomas the Tank
Engine. He came to a local steam railway so we all trekked out there. This
makes twice that David has seen a variation of Thomas in person, and I think
he's kind of disappointed. He keeps asking why Thomas doesn't talk, like he
does in the video. We explained that the video is just interpreting the trains'
whistle, but we think he is still suspicious.
If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Portugal: Now that he's had some time
to settle in to the job, Bill has been spending quite a few days travelling to
various GM sites in Europe. (Just so you remember, England is not part of
Europe, as the English won't let us forget.) Bill was gone a good portion of
September, visiting Germany, France, and Portugal. In case you feel jealous,
business travel isn't any better in Europe than it is in the States—in fact, it
can be worse. The airplane seats are actually crammed closer together than back
home, and then there's the lack of air-conditioning. Not just on the plane, but
everywhere—even in the warmer areas. Nevertheless, Bill is gleaning good ideas
of where the family should (and shouldn't) visit in the future.
Driving Me
... Crazy: Diane would like to tell you all about her
adventures on the English roads, but a peculiarity of the British license plate
system has kept her carless for an extra month. British license plates begin
with a letter that indicates the year of the car; this year is "S,"
last year was "R," etc etc on back to "A." Because the
letter changes in September, there has been a great demand for new cars at the
company leasing center, and we've had to wait and wait to get our appointment.
Note that this isn't a new model for the car—just a new letter on the license
plate. So you're not getting any new features or anything—just the status of
having a "new" car. Having to drop Bill off at work any time she
needs the car during the day has led to several interesting adventures,
including a slight conflict with another car over a narrow lane and a 45-minute
detour near Heathrow Terminal 4 (I wasn't lost—I knew where I was, I just
couldn't manage to get to where I needed to be).
When she finally gets her
car (next week), Diane will be able to participate in all the school and club
activities she's been walking and hitching to for the past month. Most of that
has been either helping out with David's classroom activities or attending
general and interest group meetings of the North American Women's Club. Fun
things with the NAWC include weekly pub walks in the countryside, a book club,
and an art club. Between these meetings and school activities, it's been hard
to get an entire day's work in at once—but on the whole there's been a pretty
good balance.
The
weather is just fine, thank you. People keep wondering
about the infamous English weather. We're actually enjoying it very much. Most
days it gets to be between 60 and 65F; on the one or two days it rains during
the week, it doesn't rain all day. Most of the time it's partly cloudy, with a
very gently breeze. The only drawback we're discovering is that at this
latitude it's starting to get dark much earlier than we're used to. Otherwise
we're having a great time.
That's all for this edition. Cheerio!
Diane, Bill, & David
Telgen
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