First Day Of A New School Year

Yesterday was a day that we had had on the calendar for quite a while.  Our youngest boy started school and we (that guy that I like so much and I) celebrated by going to Disneyland for lunch.  It's kind of a tradition for us...send boys off to that very first day, all clean cut and fresh and ready (with no missing assignments, lost books or whatever else is sure to come our way in the next, oh, 24 hours or so) and we RUN like children to somewhere that makes us happy.

So Disneyland it was.  Our passes were finally back up and running after being blacked out for a good chunk of the summer and we've missed being able to just wander in for a few hours, eat lunch, ride a ride or two and then head back home.

The weather was absolutely perfect.  Warm and sunny but with a bit of crispness in the air.  It felt like it feels when summer is ending and fall is beginning.  In other words, it felt perfect.

The weather, that is.

But it wasn't perfect.  Far from it.  We were...grumpy.  That guy that I like so much and I had spent the morning destroying our other happy place...our garden.  Our association, who we have a love/hate relationship with, is coming in to treat for termites, replace all the rotting wood and then painting our house and fence. 

Sounds nice, and I'm sure it will be, but it's not right now.  We (ok, he) had to move and trim and cut and by the time we left for lunch,  we (ok, he) was pretty darn ticked off.

He was grumpy.  I was grumpy.

And even the happiest place on earth wasn't helping.

We parked.  We strolled.  We talked about selling our little house on our little street.  We grumbled.

We were majorly, majorly crabby.

And then we rode Indiana Jones and shared a lobster roll and slowly relaxed into the day.  It took a while, but the shift slowly happened and we had a nice time.  I'll be honest, there wasn't a whole lotta laughter (unusual with us) but a smile or two was probably seen.

We came home and finished ripping apart the garden and bright and early this morning the workers came and began their work.  It's not their fault; it's those nasty termites.

But still.  

In the big scheme of things, it's not big.  It's just an inconvenience.  And I'd rather not be inconvenienced right now.  Or ever.  And to make it even more fun?  They power washed our house, my bedroom window leaked significantly and we now have no power in the the back of our house. 

Again.

In the middle of it all, our new microwave was delivered...the one we got for free because our old one broke and I wrote a letter to GE asking them to do the right thing.  And they did.  And the one they replaced it with is totally way nicer than the one that broke and let me just say that the one that broke was totally nice, too.  Until it broke.  But still.

The good news?  There is still power in that outlet.  Can't dry my hair in my bathroom, but I can warm up some leftover risotto.  

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