Wednesday, January 16, 2013

I have the plague.

Not the plaque, people.  I did not win an award, and I take very good care of my teeth.  I may be dying of an overabundance of mucus though.  Also, I fail at calendars as today is the 16th and I said I'd be back on the 7th.  We didn't actually get back from our thrilling tropical vacation until the 12th, so no matter what I said there was no hope for a post on the 7th.  My bad.

There is a lot going on in the next month and a half.  We're heading back to India in three weeks, so there's a lot of planning there.  I don't actually have to pack anything because the company is hiring moving professionals to make sure we don't break all our crap.  We're also not bringing as much as we thought we would since there's a good chance I'll be spending a few months in the next year in Milwaukee instead of India.  It really depends on if we get pregnant, and we're operating under the assumption that nature will take its course eventually.  That means we need to have two livable households.  Our apartment in India is already furnished, so it's not as hard as it sounds. 

I had to move my dissertation defense date from February to May, so that means I'll be coming home a bit earlier than planned.  After consultation with my committee chair, I have extensive revisions to do on my dissertation, so that's what I'll be doing in all my free time until March.  Yay.

Going to the Bahamas was fun.  After a significant amount of miscommunication, we found ourselves trying to board a cruise ship without Eli's passport or birth certificate.  We did have our marriage license though, and it looked pretty official.  Much to our surprise, we got on the ship with no problems.  We drank a lot, played beach volleyball with tiny pokey pinecones in the sand, scoffed at the silly tourist merchandise on sale at the Straw Markets, ate a LOT of food, drank some more, learned to play craps, found out I get slightly seasick when the ship won't stay still, and Rocket got pooped on by a seagull.  Oh, and Eli was attacked by a jellyfish.  Because it's not a vacation unless an animal tries to kill Eli.  Nassau was interesting.  Eli ate a conch dog, with is apparently a hot dog dipped in conch fritter batter and fried.  He said he enjoyed it.  We also walked across the island to see a marching flamingo show.  We timed it perfectly to be in between the shows while we were at the zoo, but the flamingos were just hanging out in a big open area, so I got to pet one.  Eli also tried to blend in by standing among them on one leg.  They did not look impressed.  I was impressed that they didn't attack as a group with Eli so close.  But then, the jellyfish had already taken care of the obligatory attack scenario.  They also had an albino peacock and an albino peahen.  They were completely white, like something out of a snow queen fantasy.  Amy, you need these for your wedding...you know, to chase guests around and make loud annoying noises. 

When we got back, we faced the fact that we had to take Yuki to the humane society.  We couldn't find anyone to take her while we'll be in India, and she was getting to be a bit much with all our absences.  Every time we'd go away, she'd get anxious and pee or poop on the floor instead of the litter box.  The guy running the humane society said that she'd get picked up fast because she's a Siamese, and it appears he's right because she's not on their page anymore and it's only been a few days.  I'm glad to know that someone adopted her, but it's hard thinking about how scared and confused she must have been that first night in the cage at the shelter.  I may have cried.  A lot.  Onyx is staying with my sister-in-law until we get back, so he'll be well taken care of. 

On that note, I need to go pass out for a while until Dante wakes up from his nap.  I'll post the pic of Eli as a flamingo next time.  Promises, promises.