A long dark winter of the soul…
Still slogging along. Dragging my behind to church. No personal sense of grace or God’s presence. Going to a job where, while working with kids is still great, the requirements to do things new ways with new technologies and different materials (which suck) has been a drag, and as of Monday, they’re cutting a quarter of my hours and pay; but I’m going to have to sit there for the same time periods anyway, the more so because my daughter attends (at $400+ /month). At church, we’re still not really part of the community after going on four years, though one man older than myself, with early stage Parkinson’s has begun to befriend me. Friendly people, they say hello, but that's about it.
Other than that, I spend most of my time at home, most of that in my bedroom, alone. In the evenings my wife and I have been watching clips of the old “Candid Camera” TV show for laughs. I continue self-study of Serbian and Turkish. I’ve probably passed “clinical depression” to whatever the next stage after that is. My children are scattered- the oldest in in his thirties now, after a “marriage” that lasted hardly a year or so, he’s still not married. My older daughter has a new “boyfriend” after dumping the one of several years we thought would become our son-in-law; I guess they live together in Germany, such relations are hard for me to tolerate, though I say nothing; my younger son is all alone in another city there and got a medical diagnosis; he’s all alone and has been unable to make friends for the most part. The younger daughter is still with us, but she shuts herself in her room, tries to eat meals without us and pretty much just say hello and goodbye. My pipe dreams of reading and doing things together gone up in smoke.
Financially, I’ve been making it. Always on the edge, but through God’s providence and kind people, money occasionally shows up from somewhere, often at the last minute, to help us deal with things. I do fear the electric bills, which are out-of-this-world in the winter (our only option is electric heat); we get mold on the walls because of the damp. The landlady, who lives in Russia, is VERY happy with us; we are the most reliable and trustworthy renters she has ever had; she even entrusted her apartment keys here to me rather than to her own agent here, who is supposed to handle things like the bills and the other two small apartments in the house (we have the large part), but which in reality, I handle.
My residency here has been shaky; the school I worked at last year did a lot of illegal things, and I am going to have to start “visa runs” again - leaving and re-entering the country regularly - until I get a new work permit from the new school, which is already making me want to quit, but I can’t.
I have no idea what will happen when the school year ends in June. Will we stay here for another year or not? Grandmother will likely go back to Russia in any event, and my wife to take care of here. It’s hard to see developments that will make for an easy and peaceful return for all of us, the war and European sanctions still limit both where Grandmother can go (and therefore where we could move to) and our ”Russian” car. Staying here is getting harder and more doubtful, the country appears ready to go ahead with complying with EU requirements, which means squeezing out the Russians who are the bulk of the students at the private schools we work at here.
So if anyone still remembers me, I appreciate prayers.