But for some reason I cannot get the pics off our camera and onto my computer. I just did this a month ago with our Peru pics, but now the wires don't fit. WTF?
So instead you get my mini rant and another thought.
Life has been good and Luiz is thriving. (Me too, for that matter.) Everything except the camera has been great.
One observation here at home is that I can tell the time by the sound of the traffic outside our window. Speaking about after dark...
Laying in bed, trying to sleep, I know the time by the sounds I hear.
It's not yet 1:00 until the adolescent chatter calms across the street at the pizzaria,
It is 2:00 when I hear the soft (yet quite audible) rumble of plastic wheels of a small army of night shift street cleaning workers rolling by with their trash containers, on their way to their stations.
Just about 2:30 the private trash pickup company pulls up to the restaurant across the street. For a good 20 minutes we are treated to the sound of clanging trash containers and the mechanics of a truck compacting its load. Nice...
Then on most nights - Friday and Saturday excepted - we have relative quiet from about 3:00 - 5:00.
Starting at 5:00 the busses start their rotation. Now, I love me some busses. They are my saving grace when I want to go anywhere. But we have somthing like 10 different bus lines passing in front of our apartment. That's good when you want to go somewhere, but not so good when you want to sleep.
So I don't need an alarm clock. But the good part is I have no reason to wake up early. I just roll over and let the sounds wash over me until I am ready to get up and take a walk along the beach.