Word of the Day: Sultana
- A sultana (also called the sultanina or sultani) is a type of white, seedless grape of Turkish or Iranian origin. It is also the name given to the raisin that is made from it.
Mom, I might invite a few extra folks for Christmas, but the little ones don’t eat much–the pregnant one might, though… Let’s make extra food! (Just kidding.) (Ok, well, only sort of…)
On to the news…
Saturday was a bit of an adventure involving calling a moving van, hailing a cab, and rushing over to meet the moving van. Then we unpacked a little. Drew got started hooking up computers while I started laundry and light cleaning.
On Saturday evening, we ventured out to Oxford Street to purchase cell phones and grab a bite to eat. Oxford Street has a little of everything. We were only able to purchase a cell phone for Drew, as he is the only one with a debit card (nasty face implied). Then we had dinner at Yo! Sushi. It’s a restaurant with a neat concept. You eat at the bar or a table where a conveyor system rotates ready-to-eat sushi right by you. You may choose any item(s) whizzing by and/or order from the wait staff the hot food or the sushi you want but don’t see. I enjoyed it.
On our way home we stopped into an HMV to purchase a season of the TV show Firefly. It was about the same price as seeing 1.5 movies at the theatre, but we will enjoy it a lot longer! You can do the research, but the short version is that it’s supposed to be a sci-fi series that has the feel of a western. Those are two things I wouldn’t have put together, but I am open to the idea…
Sunday, Drew went into work for five hours (plus travel time). I scrubbed the bath tub/toilet/sinks, unpacked, made the bed, dusted, swept, did more laundry, did some dishes, and cooked dinner. Phew!
Monday was a big day. I rushed around to get our write-in ballots printed, filled out, and shipped. Then I purchased a SIM card for a mobile phone so that Drew and I can find each other when we get separated and such. I went to the Post Office to mail a letter and request that our mail be forwarded to our new address. Unfortunately, they are unable to do so seeing that we have no qualifying proof that we were residents there. Relocation pains. I also stopped by the old flat to get something that was inadvertently left behind and returned the keys to Ticketmaster–making us officially residential. As many times as I have said it, I still mean it when I say that I cannot believe we are actually here.
Tomorrow will be dedicated to re-working my CV and submitting to Recruitment Agencies so that I may too enter the working world. I think it will be nice.
We love you all!