LOL

The first week I came down to Los Osos was really lonely.  Just me and Hot Lava.  Hot Lava isn’t much of a conversationalist.  I think it was only four days, but for some reason it felt really long.    My evenings were really just a blur of Friday Night…

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Paper Mountain

It’s Day 59 of The Great Move of Two-Thousand and Sixteen.  Those last numbers appear to represent the number of boxes we continue to pack and unpack and repack with our earthly possessions.  As of today, our belongings are in San Jose, in a POD somewhere in the Bay Area,…

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Warning

22 o’ June, 2016 Me Dear Tooth Fairy, ‘Tis been donkey’s years since we saw each other at de Fairy, Leprechaun an’ Human Relations Conference.  ‘ope we cross paths again soon!  Oi wanted ter warn yer aboyt a wee 7-year-auld fella named Jacob, as Ah’ve ‘eard through de shamrocks you’ve been visitin’ ‘imself quite…

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Haircut

This story is a little delayed, but I have a decent excuse, which I’ll get around to sometime soon… here’s a little ditty that gave me a chuckle: It’s mid-May and the boys are both way overdue for a haircut.  We’ve been so wrapped-up with tee-ball and baseball and myriad…

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Dirty Jobs

A few weeks back, Jakey and I were laying in my bed discussing the events of the day.  I’m pretty sure it was the night after we were rescued by the surly black tie movers.  Somehow we start talking about jobs I could never do… “I always thought long-distance truck driver…

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5 Stages of Moving

I always thought there were five stages of grief, though a quick search reveals they’ve upped it to seven.  I subscribe to the art of simplification so I guess I’m slightly partial to the traditional five: denial and isolation, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance… assuming one can favor one model of…

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Keeping Kosher

So if you’ve been keeping up with me, you know I have one non-denominational son, and one Jewish son.  Well, he identifies himself as Jewish, not sure if he’s cleared it with Rabbi? In any case, we got a friendly little Yahoo groups reminder last Sunday that Nathaniel was expected to…

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The Shack

James has been coaching Nate’s tee ball team, the River Dogs, this season.  It has been a season full of laughs, a bit of chaos, and innovation in tee ball drills… we’ve trademarked the “Not in My Yard” drill.  The only downside was that, as the life partner of Coach James,…

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Teleporter

Dear Jakey, You’ll notice your birthday letter is a bit delayed… well, technically you won’t notice but still… In March you turned 7— it blows my mind.  I look at you and I can just hardly believe how fast you are growing-up.  I think you woke-up on your birthday and…

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Gibberish

Earlier this week, Jacob had a weekday baseball game in addition to our two practices… which means we either eat pizza three days a week, or we go to “Pasta Peet’s,” where Nate can eat pizza.  (Nate still seems confused between Pasta P and Peet’s Coffee…). So we get in…

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