how many months of waiting?

April 2008? They have got to be joking. I fear they're not. But still.

I guess that means I'll have plenty of time to rewatch the series several times for prime watching preparedness come April. But c'mon people. That is just absolutely ridiculous.

moving house

Happy Saturday.

We're in the middle of moving house. We're most of the way done - my sister and S are amazingly strong and due to that awesomeness, we got all of the furniture moved yesterday. But there's still stuff left to do...

And I think we are going to reward ourselves by going to see the Harry Potter movie this afternoon. Because neither my mother nor I have seen it. So that's going to be lots of fun.

ugh.

So I'm back in the US. And it is miserably hot, my mail hasn't been delivered, my air conditioning unit is not in the window, and my ISP double charged me for last month's bill. Ah, bureaucracy sucks as much in the US as it does in Chile.

I miss my husband bunches.

Also, the TSA managed to break the zipper on a brand new bag. How do I know this? It was fine in Miami. But when I picked it up at my destination airport, the zipper on one side wouldn't open, and inside I found a TSA search announcement. ALWAYS one of my bags gets searched. But they managed to break the zipper. Ugh.

I miss the hubby.

llegada

I got to Chile just fine. I wrote stuff to post up here while I was sitting in train stations and airports. However, given that the lappy runs Vista and the modem we have here doesn't have drivers for Vista, it can't get on the internet. And that is quite sad.

But other than that, it's nice to be in Chile. I'm happy. And I'm on vacation!

I'm off to see my husband...

I'm off to see my husband!

Unfortunately, getting there requires a good 24-26 hours of transit. And most of that will be spent sitting in train stations or airports. You know, if I lived in Miami, it would be a lot easier to go to Santiago. Cheaper fares, and you just hop on the 10 PM plane and get there in the morning. None of this have to leave at 7 AM to get a train to get to the other city that is hours away to wait until your plane leaves at 5:30 to go TO Miami, where you get to take the 10 PM flight. Yeah.

I'm all packed. I don't think I've forgotten anything. I have my wallet this time, thank you. And my passport, and my train ticket, and my itinerary, and my phone, S's laptop, etc... clothes, gifts... I am proud, I am only bringing one suitcase! This is a definite first for me. However, I may end up coming back with 2. We'll see how many books I buy.

I'm really quite pleased about seeing my husband. Imagine that! Home body though I am (we are, really), I'm looking forward to seeing him :-) Despite the fact that as I have said many times, for a woman who travels a lot, I don't travel very well. He's been trying to head off bad moods by saying, try not to be cranky when you get off the plane. At least he's direct and honest about it.

So my goal is to try not to be too cranky, and get to Santiago in one piece. I think I can handle that.

What a wretched incident

So here I am, worrying that S isn't home from work yet. My mother tells me that I shouldn't worry, because it doesn't help at all. But I still do.

We started having group reviews with professors today. I found it quite useful, though it was in my specific adored time period so that might have something to do with it. Among other digressions, the prof said that "You can never say no until you have tenure." Thoughts? I might have more of those once I finish the exams. I will be so happy when I finish them... even though when I got home (late) from the review, I said to myself, OK no more work tonight because you have been working all day and I spoke on the phone with my mother for hours (literally), I feel guilty about not studying. Though most of the conversation was me telling Mom about my studying... which, as she said, is like I'm still reviewing. But still.

On the freak out side of things, last night I was sitting here in front of my computer, thinking about going to bed and chatting with the husband when I heard a giant whooshing sound followed by what sounded like a waterfall. In my PJs I jumped out of my chair and looked at my kitchen (nothing) and then went to the bathroom to find that a waterfall had sprouted itself from the ceiling. So, I throw on some flip flops and run up the stairs to ask the guy who lives above me what is going on. He answers somewhat harriedly and tells me that they already called maintenance and that the bathroom is flooded. Later the maintenance guy comes and checks out my bathroom and tells me that it was the toilet of this guy that was having problems. Let me just tell you, the water that collected in the bucket I put under the waterfall is FOUL. It's yellow. And the smell makes me want to wretch. Basically, I can't use my bathroom without holding my breath. As soon as I get rubber or plastic or whatever kind of gloves tomorrow I'm bleaching it all. And I'm considering throwing out the rug, because it is just disgusting. Disgusting. The maintenance guy came back today but left a note saying the ceiling isn't dry yet (maybe that's the smell and not the water?) and that they wouldn't be able to fix the ceiling until Friday or Monday. EW EW EW. I really just want that problem to disappear.

And to steal an amusing anecdote from my sister: it was 5 degrees, and people were wearing flip flops. And not like me, because they grabbed the first thing they could find, either. That's just darn amusing.