eptivity

Guess what, Internets? We are still here; we have not passed go, we have not collected £200. Still waiting on a work permit, which means still waiting to go to San Francisco to apply for our work visas, which means still no tickets even. Not still waiting to move out of our apartment though! Or to sell our car! Or to move back in with (one set of) our parents!

We blame on one or both of the following items:

1. The queen has discovered that I owe her $17.95 Canadian from Best Road Trip Ever 2007.
2. Stephan just made the whole thing up because he really enjoys being unemployed, carless, and homeless if it means that he can move his wife back in with his parents rent free. (My money is on this one; you would understand if you got to eat here.)

We’ve been out of our apartment almost a month now, but we have had some good times. We went to the coast for a few days: best weather I’ve ever seen on the Oregon coast, February or not. We also visited Stephan’s sister and family in Coeur d’Alene, where there was a moose and three wild turkeys. And also two nieces who like us, one of whom told us that she wants a video camera for her third birthday (“all she wanted for Christmas was brown buttons!”) and who referred to Stephan as “that guy” before she decided that Uncle Stephan showed promise in the competitive field of block-tower building.

So: still here. Wish we weren’t. But glad we were.