The internet is back! Very, very glad. I plugged and unplugged and replugged a bunch of things when I got home from work. Nothing happened. Then John came and plugged and unplugged and replugged a bunch of things. Miracle of miracles: the internet works. I have no idea why it doesn’t work when I do it. I have a feeling it will be on and off for awhile as the new couple settles in upstairs. They’re nice though- very approachable.
Soooo…the house project continues. It’s actually at the point where it’s completely liveable. We’ve got something to sit on (a couple things to sit on!) a table, a tv, various kitchen appliances, and food! Not to mention a bed, AND a washer and dryer. Yes, yes, very liveable indeed. I feel lucky and excited.
Work is going well. I’m starting to this that the editing/publishing thing could be an interest that sticks. I think I’ve been fixated on it for about 6 months now- longer than the whole comparative religion thing, longer still than my desire to be a 911 operator or firewoman. Yes. I said firewoman.
So. Following another train of thought, John and I had another of our “debates” tonight. It started, I think, with my desire for napkins that match my food. If we’re eating Dominos, I like Dominos napkins. If we’re eating Wendy’s, I enjoy a Wendy’s napkin. ANYWAY…actually, that had nothing to do with it. I think we were actually discussing peoples’ obsession with poverty and crime in other countries without recognizing the problem in our own country (what I think is interesting is that in these sorts of debates I always take the liberal view while John defends the conservative, while we’re actually both independent), and I asked John one last question intending to drive my point home. I think I wanted to prove that he does, indeed, care about people in Uganda. He turned to me and said, “I do. And more importantly, I care about you. I love you.” What I’m wondering is: which mother did he get that tactic from? I had no argument for that!
Arg.