Does that count for speaking French? Speaking of speaking French. Eric and I were asked to meet with Orion's teacher today - she wrote it in his little school book yesterday - nothing like last minute notice. Good thing that things are pretty flexible around here. You have to be or else you'd want to jump off the roof. We met with her this afternoon and she brought in the English teacher to assist. It was a pretty harmless visit and at least now I feel like we have a clue where each other is coming from. I wanted to know what to call her (Maitresse Natalie) and what the school day looked like (4 rotating activities) and if it was ok to bring cookies to school for O's birthday (of course, the only request was no frosting - too messy) and if she thought O was too old for Petite Section (She likes him in petite cause the kid has no French and if he moves up to Moyenne section their teacher speaks NO English). So things are set on that front for a bit.
We moved into our permanent house - the house we will call home for two years! It feels good to be more settled and actually unpack the suitcases. Our new house is called Macy 2 and it has a giant gold star at the top of it. Makes me think of Orion and serves as sign from the gods that we are supposed to be living here. We were told to have our stuff ready and the Embassy would send over a van on Thursday evening to move us to Macy 2. We were ready, the van came on time but it turns out the landlord just had the driveway cemented so we were unable to drive into the yard and drop our stuff off. Instead we had to lug our six suitcases, numerous shopping bags, refrigerator contents and boxes across the edge of the street and up the patio and inside the house. UGH! Talk about a hot and sweaty mess.
Which leads me to the fact that I don't have an outdoor thermometer and thus have no clue about the outside temperature. I thought about ordering one just for shits and giggles but then thought that maybe ignorance is bliss. I know its hot, I know it gets hotter, I know I sweat, I know that despite this - I still walk home from work, I still go outside and water our new houses garden and I still enjoy life with A/C.
A/C is the segue way to the next thing that I keep stewing about which is the fact that I wish our A/C unit in our bedroom was louder. Why you ask? Well, next to our new star-studded house we have a neighbor (that I have not met yet) who has something I like to call my new ALARM clock! Its someones pet goat or their dinner for next week or their personal garbage disposal. Whatever you want to call it...this thing starts bleating (is that what you call the noise that a goat makes?) at 5:40 or 5:43 or 5:42 every morning. Seriously, the sun is just starting its rise in the sky and my own personal alarm clock starts going off. I never knew that goats were like roosters.
One last thing...it rained, for about 2 seconds.
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