Just a glint. We've got all the stereos hooked up for iPod access throughout the house, so things are looking up. There are groceries in the pantry, two days until cable is hooked up (which might be a moot point as Matt is almost dead from not being able to watch World Cup this week) and we called the moving company to come pick up about 260 boxes as soon as possible.
This gives me a little time to start thinking about this very interesting place we've moved to.
I am certain I will be perpetually perplexed by California this year. The first item on my list: gardeners. I have never lived in a place where normal people do not utilize their own lawn mowers and trimmers to take care of their own yards, unless they are paying a poor high school kid to do the job out of pity. But here... we've inherited a gardener. Someone who comes by once a week. Even Maddie and Gracie were perplexed as the gardening men showed up out of nowhere to mow and trim our backyard during dinner on Tuesday night. We're thinking we're going to let the gardener go, as our midwestern sensibilities are simply too weirded out by the whole concept. This means, of course, that we'll be marking ourselves in this village as The Weirdos Who Mow Their Own Lawn. But since we're already The Weirdos Who Put Their Children To Bed Before 8:00 pm (the lovely Indian family we're renting this house from didn't know what to make of the fact we put our children to bed before they have dinner at night with their children), we might as well take pride in our weirdness. It won't be too hard since we've been doing it our whole lives : )