Waiting for Bear

Hopefully not at all like the play (Waiting for Godot.) By the way, speaking of random tangents, did you ever see the old (Chevy Chase & someone else) SNL skit where they spoofed WFG with a skit called Waiting for Pardot (as in Don, the announcer)? It was hilarious, but only if you've read Waiting for Godot. You wouldn't get it otherwise, I think. That was the day when SNL was actually SMART. No Goat Boy, or Mango. (Fpppfffhht!)

Anyway, Andrew, in Guam, is supposed to call me today. Right now, Guam time is about 2 AM. They are GMT +10, according to the sources I saw online. Don't ask me to figure out the math myself. Nope. I may do a clock over in the sidebar for a little while with Andrew time on it. We'll see. That way I don't have to try to do actual math in my head. I got an email from him; they made it safely there without incident. Except that the oven wasn't working and his airplane-time snack we prepared for him was eaten cold (lasagna-- that can't have been pleasant.) Poor thing.

It's been a while since Andrew was gone and out of touch like this. The last time he was living apart from me was when he was in training in Shreveport, for 9 mos last year, but I got to fly up and visit him every two weeks. And we could talk on the cell every day (a few times a day sometimes). This time, it's out of contact. I already hate it. A lot.

His cell phone does not work over there. So we're back to the old-fashioned way that is much like our early marriage when he was out of touch on a ship in the middle of the ocean for 6 months and would call at ungodly hours and we'd sleepily (on my part) talk on the phone. Sometimes, on those international calls, you get this weird echo-effect, where you say what you want and hear it echoed back to you before you can hear what they say. I hate it, cause as most people, I hate the sound of my own voice. It sounds little-girl-ish and high pitched. Much more so than in my own head, which sounds a lot more husky and sexy to me. Kind of Katherine Turner-ish. (In my head, I also have the body of someone more sexy than me. Who would that be? hmmm. Maybe Catherine Zeta Jones? She's curvy yet hot...)

Anyway. More things to do, so I should go do them. Anyone know of a good rental property in my local area that I can locate, list as a potential, and not have to actually research within the next week? Made all the more difficult by the fact that Andrew has the laptop, so I actually have to sit here in the office and work. Oh the horror. Maybe I should clean this dump since it's currently such a mess it's not at all pleasant to be in here. :)