Aaron and I don't think of ourselves as having typically California outlooks, but of late we both recognize that apparently we are more west coast then we recognize. Restaurants use Styrofoam take out boxes and have smoking sections -- which seems like a real throw back. My experience going to Mass on Sunday was pretty somber. I's hoped to find a place on the more liberal end of the scale.but apparently this place was the liberal church. Whoops!
Aaron was introduced over the weekend this way: This is Aaron. He moved here from San Francisco, but he's alright, he's originally from Texas. He's married.
Sigh.
It's been raining forever. Every day it rains at least part of the day, which means if your travel by bike you don't leave the house much. Olivia and I are feeling cabin-fever-ish.
Since yesterday it rained hard most of the day, we didn't grill hamburgers outside as we intended to. Aaron took Olivia out of the house for a large portion of the day to give me some space to unpack some boxes. We have reclaimed a large section of the kitchen from the bone pile! It's looking more as if a family lives here and not a bunch of frat boys.
Still feeling isolated. I scan the local papers and magazines for opportunities to get connected with this place. Soon, right?
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