Goings On

Thursday George and Nolan (our 2 cats) made it home from quarantine. So after a five hour walk at the airport, a conversation with every single worker at the airport who doesn’t speak English, 3 hours on the phone with United Airlines, and a week of waiting, the boys are home. On the plus side, it appears that the pudgy fellas lost a pound or two over the last couple of weeks.

We have finally hired a maid – she starts on Monday and will start off doing cleaning and the laundry. We’ll possibly add cooking to her tasks, but given her limited English vocabulary, we'll just have to play that by ear. Scott’s goal for the year-end is to teach her how to make tacos, fajitas, burritos, enchiladas, and Rotel cheese dip.

Knock on wood, we think all the “house hiccups” are fixed. However, though we were authorized two days ago to use the master shower, we have resisted thus far only because the patched ceiling in the kitchen looks so much better than the two foot hole.

Today we applied for our residency permit, so we should get that back next week and then our shipments can clear customs – which means we’ll finally have clean underpants and 40 cans of Rotel.

One negative this week...the empty house next door is now apparently home to some loud obnoxious, nocturnal critter of some sort. The “thing” makes noises all night long at decibel levels nearing that of the roar of a college football game. The sound is best described as one that would be made by the offspring of a bullfrog and a howler monkey.