Day 26

Life is Good

It was indeed to be an early morning.  With every electronic gadget in the place going haywire, I quickly reboxed our shelled LCD and sent it with my wife back to the electronics store to see if we could get it replaced and back in enough time to meet with the cable technician.  We decided it best to divide our forces for the day.  I would stay behind to continue the heavy lifting while my wife exchanged said television set.  It wasn't long before I recieved word from my better half.  They had hooked up the television and confirmed the obvious.  It was broken.  No shit.  Small problem, they didn't have any more of this model in stock and we would have to pick a different model.  We decided to throw a couple of extra euros at the project and increased our screen size by a couple of inches.  An LG LCD would be the next runner up and was soon to be on it's way back home.

Without internet, my wife needed to make a pitstop at the local McDonalds to use their WiFi to conduct a bit of business for the day.  Not surprisingly, the cable technician appeared long before my wife returned with the new boob tube.  No biggie, as he had plenty of wiring to tend to and a new dish to install.  He was a very nice gentleman with no working knowledge of the English language and you all aready know about my limited French vocabulary.  I have become quite use to using hand gestures to sort things out and soon he was going about his job.  I had to take a moment to check out his vehicle as I was certain he was in fact a plumber rather than a cable technician.  Can you see where I am going with this?  I spent more time face to face with his hairy hindquarters than I care to admit.  Nice guy, but the pants needed a belt.

Soon my wife returned with the new television and joined in the fun.  She too noted the prominent display of his ass crack and asked if I had noticed as if I had gone to Paris and didn't notice the Eiffel Tower.  After the giggling subsided, we soon found out that the lack of an internet connection would not allow for the full install of the Satalite television system.  Bummer.  After some uncomfortable calls to our telecommunications company, my wife was finally able to obtain the phone number for the English speaking folks and handed the project off to me.  The gentleman on the other end ran through the traditional diagnostics and it was determined that a phone technician would have to come to our residence the following day to sort out our problem.  Another day without connectivity.  It was just as well as there was still plenty of unpacking to tend to.

By now, all bedrooms had been assembled and boxes were being opened and contents removed.  The place looked like a bomb went off and there was paper shrapnel everywhere.  The guys in the US did not spare any tree in the packing of our items.  In the end it has paid off as there was only one casualty . . . a broken wine glass.  The volume of packing paper and empty boxes was beginning to pile up at a prodigious rate.  If I never see another piece of packing paper in my life, it will be much too soon.  After another long afternoon of unpacking, we finally laid our weary heads to rest and prepared for another day.  The wife would return to work in the morning and I would be on my own to finish the unpacking.