The folks at the Kommune office recommended that I wait until I've got a three or four month stretch of time, here in Denmark, before I embark on the driver's license conversion. They said there is no way with the difficulty of getting appointments and all that there is to learn, that I could do it in less time. I told them that I wasn't going to be here for that long, in one piece, until late January, and that was okay with them. Good! I don't have to think about that until long after we're settled.
The carpets are torn up in the bedrooms and I'm waiting for the installers to show up. They are about an hour late right now, but my carpet store guy tells me they are definitely coming. I hope so.....our bed is in pieces.
John was the brave one and pulled up the master bedroom carpet with his bare hands. I went in to help but I put on a pair of blue vinyl gloves first. If I wouldn't let my feet touch it, there was no way my hands were going anywhere close. When we got the carpet up, I found the source of the perfume-like smell that's been lingering since I got here. The floor was covered with powder. The smell wasn't exactly baby powder but....there it was.....perfumed talc. Lots of it ground right into the floor, which happened to be wood!
Both bedrooms have hardwood floors! And here I paid for wall to wall carpet when a little sanding and refinishing we'd have all hardwood floors. I suppose I should have asked the landlord what was under there. I had assumed it was just cement. Duh!
I think I mentioned in my previous blog that the flip-flop store was closed when we got there on Saturday. I glossed over the image of me, palms pressed to the glass....like Benjamin in The Graduate....silently screaming. So close and yet so far. I'll try again this coming Saturday. Or better yet, maybe, since I have the car.....venture out on my own later this afternoon. If the carpet installers ever show up, that is.
I'd made a hair appointment for this afternoon because I'm afraid some social/work invite is going to come up soon and I'll be caught with the skunk's stripe along the top of my head. Fabulous first impression, eh? I could sort of use a haircut too, but the color is almost in crisis mode.
I would rather visit the dentist than go to a new hair salon. The one I chose (out of the phone book) wasn't actually located where the phone book said it was. John and I did a drive by the other night and it was in some sketchy looking "centre"....as in mall behind a sketchy looking apartment building with no exterior decoration or windows.
Yesterday, I was talking to friend, here, and mentioned my hair appointment. She asked me what the prices were, and when I said "350 kr for a cut and 450 kr for the color", she said that was cheap....re-qualified to very reasonable. Now, I'm not one who thinks almost $200 is cheap or very reasonable for a cut and color, but I learned from my friend that $300+ is more like it, so I figured that a pre-appointment sneak peek was in order.
I did that yesterday and I'll be buying myself a box of dark blond hair color, I'll google translate the directions, and make John apply this weekend. He is a lot more anal about things than I am, so he'll do a much better job. Last time I did my own hair, I missed a temple. Okay....to be honest, the whole left side of my head.
If I'm lucky it will grow out into a style. It can't be in awkward stage forever can it?
The carpets are torn up in the bedrooms and I'm waiting for the installers to show up. They are about an hour late right now, but my carpet store guy tells me they are definitely coming. I hope so.....our bed is in pieces.
John was the brave one and pulled up the master bedroom carpet with his bare hands. I went in to help but I put on a pair of blue vinyl gloves first. If I wouldn't let my feet touch it, there was no way my hands were going anywhere close. When we got the carpet up, I found the source of the perfume-like smell that's been lingering since I got here. The floor was covered with powder. The smell wasn't exactly baby powder but....there it was.....perfumed talc. Lots of it ground right into the floor, which happened to be wood!
Both bedrooms have hardwood floors! And here I paid for wall to wall carpet when a little sanding and refinishing we'd have all hardwood floors. I suppose I should have asked the landlord what was under there. I had assumed it was just cement. Duh!
I think I mentioned in my previous blog that the flip-flop store was closed when we got there on Saturday. I glossed over the image of me, palms pressed to the glass....like Benjamin in The Graduate....silently screaming. So close and yet so far. I'll try again this coming Saturday. Or better yet, maybe, since I have the car.....venture out on my own later this afternoon. If the carpet installers ever show up, that is.
I'd made a hair appointment for this afternoon because I'm afraid some social/work invite is going to come up soon and I'll be caught with the skunk's stripe along the top of my head. Fabulous first impression, eh? I could sort of use a haircut too, but the color is almost in crisis mode.
I would rather visit the dentist than go to a new hair salon. The one I chose (out of the phone book) wasn't actually located where the phone book said it was. John and I did a drive by the other night and it was in some sketchy looking "centre"....as in mall behind a sketchy looking apartment building with no exterior decoration or windows.
Yesterday, I was talking to friend, here, and mentioned my hair appointment. She asked me what the prices were, and when I said "350 kr for a cut and 450 kr for the color", she said that was cheap....re-qualified to very reasonable. Now, I'm not one who thinks almost $200 is cheap or very reasonable for a cut and color, but I learned from my friend that $300+ is more like it, so I figured that a pre-appointment sneak peek was in order.
I did that yesterday and I'll be buying myself a box of dark blond hair color, I'll google translate the directions, and make John apply this weekend. He is a lot more anal about things than I am, so he'll do a much better job. Last time I did my own hair, I missed a temple. Okay....to be honest, the whole left side of my head.
If I'm lucky it will grow out into a style. It can't be in awkward stage forever can it?
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