Shortly after getting to our new house - which rocks, by the way - we ventured into grocery stores and had just as much fun laughing at American labels, veggies, and other assorted randomness as we did when shopping in Japan. We bought scads of things like toilet paper, trash bags, salad, fizzy lemonade, nectarines, and steak......
Which led us to buying pots and pans, plates and glasses, and some silverware, because our stuff was delayed in customs for two weeks.
*sigh*
Also, even though Jase's bike was in storage in a unit about three miles from our house, it took over six weeks to get it because of some communication issues and a small mountain of paperwork. The small mountain of paperwork apparently did not easily show that the bike was stored in Oak Harbor and we were living in Oak Harbor. Once that fact was made clear, the bike arrived within 48 hours.
Vroom?
Anyway - three months later, Jase is happily scooting around town and hanging around the local MC, made up of current and former military members and all of our stuff has a home in our home.
Is niiiiice! We have a fireplace and an actual *gasp* GARAGE and we have TWO BATHROOMS (first time since like, our first year of marriage) and a fenced backyard and one incredible view.
We also have a house which will be HORRIBLE in the Zombie Apocalypse because it has huge windows and there's a ton of natural light... But that's ok. It's a military town, so as long as zombies don't figure out how to shoot US, we should still win. ;o)
I did mention an incredible view?
*insert horrible parody of Russian accent here*
Sooo pretty!
Jase has finished his school, Small Thing is back in school and overall enjoying it. She seems to chit chat a bit less here, but still thinks the rules don't necessarily apply to her. Alas. But, she's doing well! She still loves to read (the little snirt burger brought home Eldest from the library, the second book in the Eragon series after I told her I didn't think she was ready to read it just to prove she could.) and is completely enjoying the science lessons the school is teaching right now. She's done reports on gray wolves and arctic foxes and decided that cats are like, WAY better than dogs.
Don't tell Jack she likes cats better than dogs...
or he may eat the nose off of her favorite stuffed animal.
Oh wait, he did that already........
This *might* have had something to do with her complete loyalty
to felines over canines.
She's also informed the librarian that she has read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and she shouldn't have to read books with large print if she doesn't want to.
Unless they're about kittens. Or space.
*breeeathes*
Overall things have been pretty rosy. Occasionally they've been really, really white. We woke up one morning to this:
Of course you realize, we have a husky, a small child, and really.... we're not so much parents as we are over grown kids ourselves. Snow Creature Making ensued!
Jack. Loves. Snow. I mean, one would say, "He's a HUSKY, of course he loves snow!" but he'd never really dealt with snow before, at least not more than a flurry or two. he would grab HUGE mouthfuls and chomp it a bit, then toss it in the air like it was a ball to play with. He fetches snowballs. He romps and plays and smiles like CRAZY. That dog adores winter.
We happen to adore googly eyed snow creatures and ... uhm ... other snow monsters?
Dunno what he is, but he's armed!
So yanno, snow, school, and otherwise? We're doing peachy keen here in Whidbey and so. freakin'. happy. to be. here.
People are NICE, the customer service is excellent overall, there are lots of smiles, there's a LIBRARY, and .... people ... there are espresso stands and coffee shops everywhere.
Every. Where.
I am SO glad to be home!
In the meantime, Jase has started brewing beer again, I've started working towards passing my skills test for derby (I can skate... but I can't SKATE... Yet.) and Small Thing has taken to skating as well and randomly bugging librarians about "good books. Like ones you can read in a DAY instead of an HOUR."
Watch out, world!
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