I have been trying to write a post everyday for the past 5 days. Apparently both Mozilla Firefox and Google Chrome are hating me right now and don't want to do anything I try to make them do. Anways!
I am still alive. I had a job interview on Monday and I haven't heard anything back yet, but I am still really hoping that I get the job there because it would be perfect because I would work like 5 steps away from Ro. Not that I need to be right next to him 24/7, but it would definitely be nice to have a ride to and from work everyday. Since I haven't heard anything back, I am starting to assume that they found someone "more qualified" which means they found a Chilean with an English teaching degree. They are more qualified than me because I am a degreeless loser. So, as I wait patiently for a call back from that possible job and an email back for an interview at another possible one, I have been once again left with more time on my hands than I really need. I have watched Phantom of the Opera twice. And have searched the house high and low 3 times for Moulin Rouge, but I still can't find it. I am starting to think that Ro hid it from me so I wouldn't be able go on one of my Moulin Rouge rampages where I watch the movie every single day and burst out singing along with it...or randomly burst out singing one of its songs as I go about my normal day... I only do that sometimes. Not very often. I have also been for lack of a better verb, scratching the floor with steel wool. Ro's dad dripped a lot when he painted the walls so now it is my job to scratch it all off. Unfortunately that means that most of the wax comes with so I will soon have to learn how this cera roja crap works and how to take care of this kind of floor. Or I won't. I haven't decided. It would look "rustic" if I just left it. A little shabbiness never hurt anyone. With all the scratching comes a lot of red dust so I have to sweep and sneeze a lot too. Other than that, life has been going by just the same as always, slowly. It is once again the end of the month so Ro is working a lot taking advantage of all the shoppers who seem to have ran completely out of food after the 18th celebrations. Rent is paid, wahoo! I have a home to live in, we still have gas to cook and shower with, and we even have a few noodles and half a bag of mashed potato flakes in the cupboard to eat. So, for now we are alive and well and only waiting for something great to happen.
Ro's uncle and his girlfriend have been in Santiago for almost a week now, they live in Puerto Montt. They have been telling us of how wonderful and "country" life is down there. I am jealous and have been plotting in my head ways of making Ro take me down there to live. They can buy a 50 kilo bag of potatoes for 3000 pesos! Not that I really ever need THAT many potatoes at one time, I don't think I would even be able to carry it, how lumpy and uncomfortable! But the thoughts of leaving this city and moving somewhere less city have been polluting my mind and I think if I could get Ro to see how life could be, he would like it too. Anyways, I don't really have anything else to write about... I made brownies the other day and burnt the bottom and edges, but the middle tasted just fine. : )
2 comments:
Your idea of heaven is my idea of a nightmare (but I guess that's how we humans work, right?)
I was in Aculeo for rhe 18th and after about 30 minutes in the country, I was ready to go back to the city.
If I die and go to hell, I'll be on a farm.
I would love to live on a hobby farm. City life just doesn't excite me very much. I like to be able to breathe. I have lived in the country almost my entire life having a little hobby farm with I don't know some goats and chickens and a HUGE garden with lots of fruits and veggies would make me very happy. My husband on the other hand has lived in the country for about 3 months... I don't know if he could handle country life.
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