For 2012 I decided to write a monthly post

In July I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush.  It would load to 90% then quit.

In August I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush.  It would load to 90% then quit.

Today, September, I tried to upload a video of our dog and a snake attacking each other in the bush.  It would load to 90% then quit.

Enough with perseverance, already!

Here are some satirical thoughts about our small county courthouse.  We are new here, and part of cultural adaptation includes the "oh how cute" stage.  Our courthouse is quite cute and the library is adorable.  Bored-looking employees stop visiting to glance cutely up at us over their desks.  The sheriff reminds you of Barney Fife.

But part of adaptation also includes the "oh how dumb" stage.

We went to the courthouse to ask about our property.  Sorry, the property person "wasn't in that day."

We went in to pay for our vehicle licenses.   We were told, "We're sorry.  The computers are down and we can't process your payment."

We needed to renew our driver's licenses.  Sorry, the driver's licence examiner is only here from 10:06 to 11:19  once every third month on an odd Wednesday (or something like that.)

The county library is housed in the courthouse.  It is only open a handful of hours per week, seemingly not ever when we are in town.  If a book is overdue, there is no drop box available after 5 or on weekends.  So you get to pay fines until it opens again. The library books are not shelved in any particular order, and there haven't been any new books added for decades.   Also, the card catalogue (!) only lists a few of the shelved books.  Many books are moldy or missing pages.  This library is funded by county tax dollars...no one is sure exactly where those dollars are.

We wanted to learn about 4-H.  So we walked down to the suite of 3 county extension rooms, but found that no extension agent works in this county.  The rooms sit empty.

A county employee has cursed  in conversation with me twice and glared at my children innumerable times.  For being on the property.

I went home and said in frustration, "What is the point of this courthouse!  They don't do ANYTHING!"

Jason smirked.  "They collect taxes."

The next part of cultural adaptation is .... adaptation.