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It's not like being bored. I don't want to imply that. It's really the exact opposite.

You see there isn't much going on here but then again there is. There is a whole pile of important things at my feet but nothing is moving and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. I'm beginning to get the same feeling I've had on many a stalled out SNCF train.* We're stuck in Po-tunk-Ville and the conducter has no idea when, where, or how we'll get there and damned if he won't even take a guess for my benefit. Life moves pretty slow sometimes but this is horrible. I can't even see out the window past the big headed lady in the seat in front of me.

We're still waiting for Seb's contract for Mexico and it's just taking forever. It comes from the main branch of the company in Paris and apparently they're swamped right now and his contract is low on their list. It will take at least a month to iron out the details and then and only then can we start discussing practical matters like learning Spanish, visiting Mexico, renting our house, packing our things and selling all of our electrical appliance and our cars. I can't believe they aren't considerate enough to think that this international move thing might take a little time and planning. This all has me completely freaked out.

Meanwhile Seb who was to move back home and quit his big city job is now stuck in Lyon. We're happy about the Mexico proposal but it leaves us living between the two cities for a lot longer than we ever imagined. We're still living apart during the week and it looks like we will be for at least another 8 months. We officially gave up the luxurious little apartment in Villeurbanne and we haven't found a solution for a new place for Seb to live yet. He's actually going to be living in a hotel for a few months. I'm not sure I like that but as he says it's just easier.

We're also waiting on the work in our house to be done. Our worker is very good and pretty fast but the showering outside this year is unbearable knowing that we have a potential full bathroom upstairs that we might not really get to use so much. This is just maddening. I'm so eager to use that bathroom for at least a few months. I hope he gets it done by January. It looks like it might not be done until February.

There are a few other very important things we're waiting for but time is just standing still right now or worse still, going backwards. Seb and I both feel like shouting in frustration and we know we should just enjoy the moment meaning Little S and our time here in France but it really is like waiting in line at La Poste or you know sitting on that TRAIN.

Lord almighty I feel my temperature rising. Can we just get things going here? Is there someone I can call?

*It seems I am always getting stuck on SNCF trains for hours on end. Once my mom and I were behind a train that stalled out for over four and a half hours. The train in front of us had killed a young boy who was playing chicken on the tracks with a friend. It was really sad and when we finally did get going we buried our head in a magazine until we'd driven past the spot. It was just too awful to imagine. Another time I left the station in Lyon for Thonon, two hours away and I didn't get home until 4:00am. We passengers had to sit in the dark for two of those hours to conserve the battery. No one ever told us what was going on just that there was a problem with the reseau . Nice folks those SNCF people.