Well, I guess we were serious about that Denver thing....
We're in the multi-pronged process of moving right now: Mason and I are here in Colorado, having driven out almost two weeks ago to find a house for our little family. Dan flew two Fridays ago and met us halfway in Salt Lake City, finishing the drive into our new home state with us. We put him on a plane back last Monday, each of us with TONS of work ahead.... unfortunately, I've managed to take care of a good deal of what we needed to do here, and rather than subjecting Mason to a flight back, or two more 1400 mile trips back-to-back, he and I are here waiting Dan out.
Dan is in Sacramento, finishing up the dubious task of packing and moving our entire home by himself.
What can I say? Despite multiple offers to fly or drive back, Dan's refused to let us come.
(sidenote: anyone who's ever wondered which of us is the more stubborn half of this pairing, now you know!)
Of course, the fact the Jetta's in the shop in Boulder having some minor body work done hasn't helped.
I don't want to talk about it, we did the best we could, but it didn't turn out too well for the deer......
:0(
Luckily, since being in town, we've had the hospitality of my old high school friend Jody, his lovely and beautiful wife Natalie, and their three babes, all under the age of 4, up in the mountains (altitude = 9000+ feet!) just outside of Estes Park, Colorado, and Rocky Mountain National Park. If you've ever wondered how many kids Dan and I wanted, my answer now would be NOT FOUR!!
And certainly not three boys, spaced at ages 4, 2, and 1!!
;0)
Despite some of the trials and tribulations our little tribe's offspring have run into, for the most part, it's been a grand old time. Sort of like one big crazy fun-loving family most of the time. And I can't begin to explain how great it's been catching up with old friends and reconnect with like-minded individuals. Colorado already feels alot more like home than California ever did-- in a wonderful and welcoming sense.
Dan's start date is this upcoming Wednesday, September 3rd.
He's still sitting on our old driveway in Elk Grove, up to his ears in boxes, the emergency brake firmly set on our U-haul. It's Saturday, with the extended Labor Day weekend tick-tocking away minute by minute.....
Wednesday, September 3rd?
Eh, maybe he'll make it out in time,
but until then, I'll be taking bets if anyone has a few extra $$ they're willing to put on it!
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