So I woke up this morning...early, awakened by anticipation of having internet at home, finally. I would be able to use skype to call and video chat with those I love; I would be able to check on my facebook zoo which is probably way behind now...poor little virtual animals; I would be able to get online on tubeplus and watch some tv (not in german); I could go home at a reasonable hour and still be able to email or chat or whatever with my kids....but no, that was not meant to be.
The guy got to the house a little late this morning, then proceeds to tell me he is going to have to do all this stuff to get the internet to work; ok, fine, I am up anyway, expecting its going to take a while, so go for it; make my house internet capable. So then he figures out he wouldnt have to do that much, maybe an hours worth of work...still fine and dandy. Then I hear him on the phone downstairs (of course I have no clue what is being said since it was in German...and somehow I just have not been blessed with the ability to pick up German overnight). Next thing I know I am hearing the dreaded, "Miss Martinez." That is never a good sign here when they call to you from some part of the house. I proceed to go downstairs and the nice Deusche Kabel guy proceeds to tell me that there is not enough power going into the house for the internet (you got me, there is enough power for everything else...I am thinking maybe he meant something other than power) and that they would have to have someone come out tomorrow and do some switching at some point on the street so that it would have the right input, but (yeah there is always a but) he would have to reschedule to come out and do the rest of the install. I proceeded to tell him could that happen on a weekend as I can't take another day off of work for the installation. Guess what? He can do it on a Saturday, but not until the 10th GRRRRRRRRR
So, here I am at my classroom, yet again, just so I can do something close to using the internet. Sure I can't skype as it is blocked on the school network. I can't get on facebook, that is blocked as well. But I can at least check email, send email, and for some reason get on blogspot (go figure).
Now heaven forbid I leave this entry without some bright moment...last evening, I got home from volunteering and of course a little trip to Globus (Love that store, it has so much in it and got some really good cheese...went in there actually to get some spiesbratten for dinner but instead ended up with tea, cheese, and some candies to send home) put on my tinkerbell flannel pants, tshirt and sweater and set up to watch a movie or two all cuddled up in a blanket. Next thing I know my door bell is ringing...who in the world could it be? Doesn't it just figure, me in my fashion fiasco and it's the landlord. You have to understand Georg, my landlord, seems a genuinely nice guy willing to do anything to help out, including moving furniture, but I don't ask for much as I dont want to take advantage. Anyway, he is someone I know, not like he is a stranger, so doesn't it just figure it would be him at the door to talk about a few things while I am ready to die of embarrassment at my attire. I am sure he must have thought some strange thoughts, but always the gentleman, not like he said anything or reacted oddly. Note to self, don't go home and get comfy, you never know who might show up unannounced.
On another cute note, I was busy tieing back curtains, putting up some Christmas kind of decorations and such when I looked out the window this morning and Georg's father as strolling by taking the dog for a walk. I had my hands full so couldn't wave as he looked in, so I felt kind of bad about that, but then as he got to the end of my fence he turned back so I waved and he had the cutest smile on his face. He is probably in his 80s (I would think at least) and he is just the cutest little old man. Before I moved in he was helping Georg do painting etc and I came over one day and we were trying to communicate (he in German and me in English) and he tells me that he is allowed to flirt because he is an old man (I got the translation from Georg)...that was it, I knew I liked him even if we had no idea what the other was saying.
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