shipment of personal goods arrived. It was like Christmas morning for the girls, delving into each bin to get reacquainted with clothes and fun things they hadn't seen for four months. And it finally put an end to Miriam's daily requests for her My Little Ponies, which requests had lasted all summer long. Lucky her, they were in the first bin we opened.
However, there were a couple of items that were not in any bin we opened. I think we got rid of a few things by accident. I can't find my cookbooks (well, just the one) anywhere. And my special Pampered Chef mini spatula is nowhere to be found. Although I might have left that in Egypt, which means it's probably gallivanting around Garbage City by now.
The one thing in our shipment I was really worried about, however, was our piano, aka our one concession to impractical materialism. We took a risk in sending it here, not just because it could have been damaged beyond repair on the journey over, but because it operates only on 120V power.
(Here is a brief travel education moment for you: You see, not only does every country or region have its own plug shape, but some have their own electrical currency as well. The US is 110-120V. Most of the rest of the world is 220-240V. If you look at the power cords on your appliances, some of them will tell you they can operate on both levels. That means you just need a plug adapter to match the shape of the outlet. But if the power cord mentions only 120V, you have to plug it into a converter, too. Otherwise you will burn it out.)
Anyway, our piano made it over just fine. We put it back together, set it up, and then...nothing. I couldn't bring myself to turn it on. I knew that on paper it should work fine but sometimes things go wrong. And I didn't want to bring our piano all the way over here just to destroy it when we plugged it in. I checked and double-checked the power arrangement (piano, powered off, plugged into converter; converter, powered on, plugged into adapter; adapter plugged into outlet, outlet switched on) but I still couldn't press the piano's ON button.
So Jeremy pressed it as I cringed and closed my eyes.
And it worked! Oh happy day.