Moving Angst, Reminising, And A Boat Show In France

Settling into life in California means everything is different, but also more of the same. SNAFU (for you non-military types, google it).

5 am.  Wife and kids are asleep.   Dogs are asleep.  East-coast guests are asleep, though there is a significant danger that they will soon be awake since it is 830 on their internal clocks. 

I woke, as I often do, to dog poop in the kitchen.  Argh!!   Our little French Bulldog is an untrainable mess at this new house.

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Road Trip!

As it turns out, a Sprinter van fits Teresa, Sam, Ella, Emma (our au pair from South Africa), a bunch of luggage, dog crates, and me. It was a bit of a clown car, and the route was dictated by our need to stop in Dallas, Texas. Aside from the long days of driving, the ever-present smell of fart (heartily denied by all), and a lot of crappy food, the trip was fantastic.

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