Friday...Friday...Friday

That is when the internet is coming to my house. And hopefully by then I will have a computer to utilize the internet at my house. And then I will feel a lot better.

I have photos. I have funny and sarcastic things to say. I have an entire post that maybe only my mission comps Linda and Helen will appreciate but I'll give it to all of you anyway.

Friday. Or soon thereafter.

In the meantime, we've been watching three guys tear off the top story of a burned building right outside our apartment. Veeeeerrrry interesting. Raining or drizzling weather the entire time, steel beams attached to burnt and wobbling walls, one guy sitting on the exact steel beam that he is trying to saw off with a veeerrry little blow torch, smoking a cigarette as he does it, with no mask on, sparks flying everywhere, and the other two guys standing under the same steel beam, smoking cigarettes and, as far as we can tell, just watching.

Cal spends a lot of time watching out the windows, actually. It's almost as good as TV.

Aside from the rain and the work hazard next door, there is a stunning gold and green cathedral right out the kitchen window. (I'll post a picture and it has a Calvin story that goes with it, too...)

But my favorite comment of Calvin was the second daywe were here when he was telling Henry that he's pretty sure there's been a hurricane here lately because here outside it looks just like the news in America that was telling about the hurricane. (Ike was getting a lot of coverage right before we left.) Then Calvin enumerated the damages. It made me laugh. Probably more than it should have.

And then I didn't have the heart to tell him that there has never been a hurricane. Unless you count communism.

I also don't have the heart to tell Henry that there isn't a Target in this hemisphere (he asks every day if we can go there and get some toys).

Friday. Pictures. More stories. I'll be connected to the world again from the comfort of my own living room. Won't that be lovely.