From Nebraska

I haven't yet written about what T and I "did" for five weeks in Nebraska. That's mostly because we didn't do much that would be "blog worthy" or of general interest. But in case you're still wondering...

We "borrowed" our Senegal parrot, Mango, from the Nebraska Parrot Rescue. She remembered us immediately, and we had a great time with her.

 

This little dude, on the other hand, didn't seem to remember us at all. Sigh.

On the lack of privacy (or "JABS goes off on a bit of a rant")

Last night, I was up until almost three because I had to "attend" one of my classes from 12:15 to 2:15 AM Greenwich Mean Time. Because I need a very minimum of seven hours of sleep per night, I got up late this morning (and still didn't get my sleep minimum). When I came out of the bathroom after my shower, I heard female voices coming from downstairs in my apartment.

If this had happened to me in my house in Wyoming, I would have been utterly confused and rather frightened, because there would never be any reason for someone to all of a sudden be inside my locked house without my permission.

Here, however, this seems to be a weekly occurrence (and some weeks it happens more often than once). There are lots of people with access to our apartment – the building staff, the cleaning ladies, and the maintenance men, at the least. And there seems to be an infinite number of reasons for them to come into our apartment.

What I'm missing

Since we have returned from our break in the United States,we have noticed that the following items seem to have gone missing from our apartment:

-One toenail clipper
-Our souk bag
-One USB key

I expect to lose or misplace things when I'm moving, or to leave things or misplace things that I've taken with me while traveling, but how in the world have I managed to lose items in the apartment while I wasn't even here?