These sharp things are all over the sidewalks. I stay far away, if only because I know I am a klutz and I am more likely than others to just randomly fall into them.
Sigh. Welcome to life in California.
Other things I have to now consider:
- The blocks are big here in suburbia, so I no longer take the hound for a tiny stroll. And when he poops, it is more than likely on someone else’s lawn, which is embarrassing even if I pick it right up. I may have to actually teach him to curb.
- I am a mile from my parents. This is actually kind of cool.
- I can no longer walk to the grocery story just to pick something up.
- Later I am meeting a friend for drinks. This will require getting into the car. Therefore, I must have no more than two glasses of wine.
- (Theoretically I could ride my bike. But I have errands to do along the way, so…)
- I work east coast hours still. This means I am starving by 9 AM.
- I HAVE APPLIANCES! WE OWN THEM! This is strange.
- One telephone is not enough for a house with upstairs downstairs and 2800 square feet plus a backyard.
- Aside from curbing the hound, I must also now curb Mr. Gooddirt, who is showing alarming tendencies towards building elaborate outdoor spaces, including but not limited to:
- Outdoor TV
- Treadmill pools-cum-spas
- Wireless speakers
- Huge grills
- Succulent gardens
That’s all for now. I should think that’s quite enough, don’t you?
Loved your post! Life in PA is interesting as well. You must get multiple TVs as well.
Has home onwership turned Jim into “Tm the Tool Man”? More power!
Sounds like you guys are settling in nicely!
@Kelley: Shhh. Mr. Gooddirt can hear you. @Amalia…OMG. I love that show. But I do not sanction MORE POWER around Mr. Gooddirt.