Cutting it Close

I'm at an internet cafe checking to see if my paycheck cleared yet, as I don't have enough money to add time to my home bill. Just because of the way the calendar falls this month, and given that I'm sort of a business day ahead of the states, my check is late and I'm out of cash, at least in the account to which I have access. So I'll be spending my day at home studying Kyrgyz and venture out to a cafe again tonight to see if anything has changed in the interim. I can't do anything with my phone until I have the money to do so. I've got about 200 som left, so I'm not exactly destitute, it's just kind of funny and poor planning on my part. I can pay for this, and the call to American Express I'm about to make, and maybe a little mutton to go with the potatoes and onions I have for dinner (200 some is maybe $4.50 or so). Prices have gone way up, so we'll see.

In administrative stuff: I humbly apologize to my parents for implying that they might have gotten the socks wrong. And many thanks to PMD, whose envelope of delight I got from my landlady today. 4 new movies plus a post card of my favorite Matisse painting. You know the one: the guy jumping in space. He just looks so utterly free in his body. I've loved it ever since the summer before 8th grade. I had worn an increasingly restrictive brace for two years, and had a few months free before the permanent restrictions of surgery (and thank goodness then that I had no idea what was really in store). The sensation of bodily freedom after two years without it was indescribable. I'm not going to say it was worth the two useless years in the brace, but still, quite something to experience. And that painting always takes me there.

But enough ramblings if I want to be able to afford that mutton!