Erik vs. cell phones

Last night Erik finally conquered the cell phone technology and figured out how to get the pictures off. Our high tech phones have infra-red ports (is it a port?), and Erik's computer also has one, so magically the pictures come right off the phone and on to the computer. Mom, you were wondering about wireless internet, how does all this sound? :)

Anyway, I've updated some past posts with the appropriate pictures. Recipes, Pete's birthday, and Risotto Revisited. Please keep in mind that neither of our cameras take the best pictures, and the birthday pictures are, well, not a typical night out for us. But they're fun anyway.

On a happier note, our real camera is getting closer to having a new life. It's in Calgary at the repair shop (thanks Karina!), and will hopefully be back in Paris with us in less than two months. Have I mentioned that I will always, always, always use the wrist strap from now on? And maybe the neck strap too, at the same time...

I'm working on getting Erik to write about the rugby game he saw on Saturday. Life has been pretty quiet since Pete left, and I haven't wanted to bore everyone with the minutia of our everyday life. But since I'm logged on here anyway, here you go:

We signed our lease on Sunday (sidenote: Zoe and I tried to go to the gym on Sunday prior to the lease signing, around noon. Turns out the gym closes at 2:00, but they close all the machines at 1:30. Plus, it was going to cost 25euros. We had coffee instead. And who pays 25euros to go to the gym for the day?). Apparently we're in the process of being screwed over by yet another landlord (we got enough of that from Harvey!), in French this time. We thought it had been made clear that the rent in our new place was 'charges compris' or all charges included. They had mentioned it a couple of times, and we asked when we signed, and they assured us it was, and it seemed like it was written in the lease. So we handed over the cheque and left with a good feeling that we were on the road to happy tennant/landlord relations. Erik got an email the next day from the landlady asking for his bank information so she could set up the electricity account for us. It doesn't specifically say electricity in the lease (the four pages of finely printed French tennancy jargon that we translated with the help of the internet and a bottle of wine one evening), but doesn't leave us with a good feeling. We were just there the day before, why didn't they ask for this information then? It's not the end of the world if we have to pay for it, but I don't like the feeling that they're trying to pull a fast one on us. Regardless, it will be great to finally be in our own place.

Ok. That's it. Now it's your turn. I know everyone has busy lives, but we'd love to hear what you're up to. Emails (or snail mail, if you prefer, we'll have a new address shortly) are always appreciated!