We SWEAR we are going to figure out this photo thing -- soon, very soon. For those of you kind of following Alex's hike he called yesterday and will make it out of Georgia and into North Carolina in the next day or two. He got a heavier sleeping bag (it was 17 degrees one night with the wind chill) and he and I are both happy that he will not be a victim of hypothermia. With that off the plate I only have about 27 remaining items to worry about with his hike (snake bite, bear attacks, giardia, random crazies -- stop Deirdre!) He says he feels healthier and happier than he has in several years which is good to hear. Justin is doing fine in LA and I need to take a look at flights for him so he can come for a long weekend in May. Well, rather boring today but we'll go out and try to stir up some excitement to make the next entry more riveting. Take care.
Well, it's later today and we finally figured out how to get photos on the blog. Now we have to figure out how to get captions on them -- baby steps, baby steps. Just very briefly, the two horse photos were taken at Three Chimney Farms outside of Lexington Ky, the car shot features our Clampett like vehicle ready for the journey and looking neater than after it was ransacked at the border and the last shows Siam in repose on towels on the hall tree of our new house. She really doesn't look that worse for wear considering what she has been through. We promise to upload some photos of Ajijic and our neighborhood soon.
Today has proven to be our first immersion in "savoring" the cultural differences that will now shape our lives. For those of you familiar with my penchant for lists, organization and execution, you will realize that all this is VERY HARD for me. Our property manager let us in when we arrived on Friday evening (she was a little late because she couldn't believe our estimate of arrival would be accurate -- the first clue). She said she would come by Saturday morning to show us around the house and answer any questions we might have. She came by at noon while we were eating lunch and said that she didn't want to bother us. She would run a quick errand and be right back. It is Monday night and we haven't seen her -- and we still have questions. A minion called Sunday morning to tell us there had been a "family emergency" -- this happens with startling frequency in what must be a very accident prone country -- but she would be here Monday morning. We patiently waited (well Michael did) and when she hadn't arrived by 2PM we called. She was out but would call as soon as she returned. Not really.
Our 40 boxes moved over the border last week. Michael had talked to the moving company and arranged that they would be delivered on Tuesday (tomorrow). He called to set a time and the woman informed him the boxes had arrived and would he like to schedule the delivery? Like they had never talked. That's scheduled for tomorrow at 10 AM -- maybe. I realize I need to chill out seriously and adopt the mañana philosophy. Watch as I struggle toward enlightenment my friends.
Well, time to go see if we can grill the steak on our outside kitchen gas grill that is the size of a semi-trailer and has the capability to blow Michael to Argentina. A demo of this monster would have been helpful (see section on property manager) but what fun is life without a little risk. Vaya con Dios.
Well, it's later today and we finally figured out how to get photos on the blog. Now we have to figure out how to get captions on them -- baby steps, baby steps. Just very briefly, the two horse photos were taken at Three Chimney Farms outside of Lexington Ky, the car shot features our Clampett like vehicle ready for the journey and looking neater than after it was ransacked at the border and the last shows Siam in repose on towels on the hall tree of our new house. She really doesn't look that worse for wear considering what she has been through. We promise to upload some photos of Ajijic and our neighborhood soon.
Today has proven to be our first immersion in "savoring" the cultural differences that will now shape our lives. For those of you familiar with my penchant for lists, organization and execution, you will realize that all this is VERY HARD for me. Our property manager let us in when we arrived on Friday evening (she was a little late because she couldn't believe our estimate of arrival would be accurate -- the first clue). She said she would come by Saturday morning to show us around the house and answer any questions we might have. She came by at noon while we were eating lunch and said that she didn't want to bother us. She would run a quick errand and be right back. It is Monday night and we haven't seen her -- and we still have questions. A minion called Sunday morning to tell us there had been a "family emergency" -- this happens with startling frequency in what must be a very accident prone country -- but she would be here Monday morning. We patiently waited (well Michael did) and when she hadn't arrived by 2PM we called. She was out but would call as soon as she returned. Not really.
Our 40 boxes moved over the border last week. Michael had talked to the moving company and arranged that they would be delivered on Tuesday (tomorrow). He called to set a time and the woman informed him the boxes had arrived and would he like to schedule the delivery? Like they had never talked. That's scheduled for tomorrow at 10 AM -- maybe. I realize I need to chill out seriously and adopt the mañana philosophy. Watch as I struggle toward enlightenment my friends.
Well, time to go see if we can grill the steak on our outside kitchen gas grill that is the size of a semi-trailer and has the capability to blow Michael to Argentina. A demo of this monster would have been helpful (see section on property manager) but what fun is life without a little risk. Vaya con Dios.
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