Monday evening, the cosmonaut returned Telescope after a month of absence. The telescope is required at the beginning of our stay in Chile. I'm glad it's there, period, and also because I said with a little luck, I'll soon be forced to cook sitting on the ground and cursed the boxes will disappear in cupboards that we choose together. In short, that after living for three months as a nomad, our life will again become a little civilized.
But the evolution is much slower than I thought. Friday, Cosmonaut decided to make two shelves in the kitchen that I can promise get rid of cardboard boxes full of rice, flour or pasta. Suddenly, I saw myself, how a perfect and precise movement, cooking, I take a small dose elegantly with the desired ingredient and add it with love in the small dish delicious, big changes after the period of the mole digging on all fours gasping in the carton: "Where is this p. .... flour?". In imagining myself as Mrs. Perfect, with or without love, I went on the Cosmonaut throughout the week that makes these shelves.
venredi So, the cosmonaut has found it will be easier to the shelves that bear the pressure. But we could not know until just before the end of work, it is the neighbors who will sabotage my transformation into Ms. Perfect. Contrary to the tolerance that the Chileans in relation to noise, so they are not at all bothered by alarms of cars or by the fact that the windows of their apartment overlooking a road with six lanes and traffic Standing, production of noise work is strictly limited in our house. You can make noise with a drill that between 9 and 13 hours and 16 to 18 hours in the week, and 9 to 12 hours on Saturday. On Sunday, it's time to go to church and suddenly, work is prohibited altogether. Do not ask me how we got to redo the floor. For strangely, although the Chileans say "in a moment" to say "I have no idea when," although a delay of two hours is not a scandalous delay, they are riding with respect to be worn at times when you can work. Thus we have arrived after waiting 9 hours to get to work, the guard called us to say we should stop work because it is not yet nine o'clock. I say I think so. The keeper says, he is nine fewer than five,, please must wait five minutes. I apologize. In a minute, the goalkeeper recalls. He checked the time, I had good reason. Let's go then with the drill ...
The Cosmonaut has finished shelves that Friday night, because at 13 hours, he still had to drill two more holes and our neighbor reported us, it is already an hour. Saturday, we wanted to continue with eight holes in the basement to put the hooks. Holes and a half, and it was spotted.
What is even more annoying than in the cellar, there is no outlet. Finally, there are, but it is offline because of the evil they have used to save electricity. But if you want to use your drill in the cellar is easy. You remove the end of the thread of the drill, you strip off those son and your cellar you remove your bulb powered by your power, you put your son directly in the socket and you're really strong, you get back to even the light bulb and you can then drill and see the same time. That's at least what made the locksmith who added a lock to the cellar. I absolutely wanted the Cosmonaut did the same thing. It's dangerous, right? The guards must have some other solution?! An extension may be? The residents of our homes are not suicidal as locksmiths, eh?
"It's simple," said the warden: "You plug your drill into the socket.
And here. Cross your fingers that does not hurt either one becomes insane.
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