The government phoned me the other day. I forgot to call them back, must do so today.
I think they took Ketzel over to the clinic. I hadn’t seen her for a few days, and when Tyna found her, she was curled up under a desk and probably hadn’t moved in a while. She’s old. We shall see what happens. We’re having a meeting later today with Adam’s dad about the boarding kennel. We may be responsible for it over the summer, assuming we’re here. Must find out exactly what that entails.
It appears that two-way satellite may never be an option up here. They don’t seem to be particularly interested in offering it, those companies that an. Our best bet for highspeed is to wait for them to upgrade the phone lines on this highway. That could happen next month, or three years from now.
Vachel moves back to London for school at the end of April. That’ll throw off our whole routine of get up, go pick up Vachel, run around town for no apparent reason, come back home and play multiplayer computer games in the basement until it’s time to send Vachel home or to work in the middle of the night. We watched a show called Trading Places the other day, where two couples trade lives for a few days, and thought about how if someone traded with our lives they’d probably love the vacation. I can appreciate the time we have right now to do nothing at all, but I never did enjoy doing nothing at all. Adam’s handling it better than I am. Vachel’s getting kind of bored and tired of it now too, but he’s got school to look forward to, and it’ll come faster than we think.
I guess they’re planning another coffee house/art opening at the Cafe. I haven’t heard anything about it from the organizer, though. I never seem to get her emails, so I never know what’s going on. I don’t know if it’s because my email isn’t allowing it through, or because her email isn’t sending properly.
I’m just rambling to fill space now. I tried to write the other day… actually write, you know, something with content and creativity. Blank page syndrome. Wahoo.