… To say that things are somewhat coming together over here.
We don’t have the stuff that we shipped from DC (but it’s being delivered Friday, supposedly).
I still don’t have a desk.
Our toilet leaks.
We only have one (rental) car and one set of housekeys between the two of us.
And last night I ruined a pot of soup because a plastic ladle melted into it and made the whole thing taste like cancer.
BUT! I have a South African phone number now! Hooray! I am no longer completely disconnected from the world.
Being me, I got confused with the exchange rate when I bought some pay-as-you-go minutes and ended up buying a package of – wait for it – 18 minutes, but still – better than nothing. After expending those 18 minutes (probably sometime tomorrow?) I’ll have to go back to the Vodacom shop across the street, where I’m quickly becoming a regular, and buy more. Honestly, those Vodacom people are going to be able to set their watches to me — I have been in there almost every morning since I got here and I’m now on a first-name basis with several of them (including one gentleman with the delightful moniker of Elvis). Whatever – I have a phone!