an attempt

I'll give it a try... this blogging bit. I want to write personal emails to everyone important to me to tell them how I'm doing... what daily adventure (or misadventure as the case may be) I've had. But I don't have the time... or really the endurance... to do so on a regular enough basis.

I'm sitting in a Starbucks in Harrow... it's about a 7 minute walk from my very large, very empty home... but with the rain and cold it can feel like it's considerably longer. Internet is about $8 an hour... and that's pretty standard in this area of the UK. I don't know what it is these people have against cheap wireless internet, but it doesn't exist here.
I had planned on making this trip yesterday, for various reasons. I never thought I was one of those people 'dependent' on technology, but I guess I didn't realize how much of my life is governed over the internet. Especially so now that I'm thousands of miles and a few time zones away from what I'm used to. It took me 40 minutes just to catch up on my banking, new bills, and work and move related emails today. I've already had to shell out another $8 just to scratch the surface of my personal emails and any other internet pursuits that aren't work or money related (downloads, myspace, etc). Anyhow, as I said I meant to do this yesterday, but the TMO office told me my household goods would be delivered yesterday "sometime between 8am and 5pm" and if I wasn't home when they arrived I would be charged for the delivery and have to pay to arrange another. I sat my lonesome butt in my house all day, tried (in vain) to contact the TMO office to confirm the delivery, and 3 messages and 9 hours later figured out they weren't coming. I finally got ahold of the office today and was told I can expect my delivery on Thursday. Here's to holding my breath for that one.
I played with Dexter all day yesterday, walked him around outside the house (I live about 30 seconds away from a pub and a park) and generally spoiled him. So, it would only suit what I had waiting for me that evening when I returned from a short trip to the gym. Not only had he had 2 separate poop 'accidents' and multiple 'wee' accidents (as Kelly calls them)... but he had at some point layed down in his own feces and tracked it all around the living room and kitchen as he meandered about while I was gone. He had also somehow managed to climb up onto the kitchen counter and knock over the oil air freshener I bought and eat the remaining 'chips' (french frys) Kelly had ordered on Sunday. Let me tell you what kind of fun THAT was to clean up. I don't get it... he KNOWS to go potty outside... he'll stand infront of the door about 80% of the time when he has to go... when I let him out and tell him to "go potty" he dutifully squats and drains whatever small amount may be in his bladder... but when I'm gone all the rules go out the door with me, apparently. I can't wait to see what surprises he has in store for me when I return from this trip. ;)
I'm supposed to be going back to work next week. I had hoped for this week, but I still haven't gotten my goods and they said I don't have to work until I've gotten 'settled', whatever that means. I'm looking forward to getting my stuff, and the time it'll occupy unpacking and turning the shell of a house I'm living in right now into something more resembling a 'home'. I can't wait to have pots and pans and to actually cook a decent meal for myself.
At the risk of having to spend another $8 to post this, I'll call this the end to my first official blog.
Take care everyone... write to me if and when you get a chance.