Today's front-page headline for the local newspaper: "There Used To Be A City Here". It was an article and picture of Joplin, MO.
Today I went out with the 'Stepping South' relocation specialist to look at some houses. I wore jeans and a t-shirt because it was about 65 degrees and very refreshing. Everyone else had on sweaters and kept asking me 'aren't you freezing?' and telling me to go put on a jacket. I had to explain what a typical winter was like in Kansas. The houses were either too small or had cats which won't work with Rusty's allergies. They all have teeny-tiny washing machines (big enough to wash 2 bath towels and wash cloths) and some don't have dryers. We have one more to look at tomorrow, keeping my fingers crossed! We still don't have a phone which is irritating because I can't get a hold of Rusty if I need to, and vice versa. A phone call would have helped this morning when I overslept until 9:25 and was being picked up at 9:30. Not quite over the jet-lag, Miranda was still awake at 11:30 last night and I was up until 1:30. So frustrating!
I looked like a stupid American at the front office today when I kept pulling on the door to get in and they had to tell me to push. This would be unacceptable at home due to fire codes. Africa lingo: when you say 'thank-you', the reply you get is 'pleasure'.
The TV censors are interesting. Watched the 'Sex and the City' movie last night and they silenced every 'F'-bomb and 'God' (as in 'oh my ---!). But every 'sh*t' was heard and all nudity was shown. Commercials are also very limited so programs don't usually start on the hour or half-hour because a 30-minute show is actually only 22 minutes or so. Wish I didn't have to miss the 'Dancing With the Stars' finale tonight!
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