Moved, finally.

May 13th, 2009

Our move was gross. Just a hassle from the day we woke up to greet the movers until about yesterday when I finally cleaned up the garage at the new casita deluxe. As an aside, I was cleaning up the garage in the hope that I would be pushing a ‘75 Mini Cooper into it a week from now, but some fucker skooled me in sniping on eBay and I lost the auction. Maybe just as well- it probably wasn’t meant to be this time.

But the house is great so far. I’m curious as to why the last two tenants (the only other tenants since this is a new house) moved out after a year each. Maybe they got stir crazy here in the mountains and needed to get back to the sewer smell and the traffic. As far as we’re concerned, we’re happy. The neighbors are great and already had us over for coffee, their kids are fun, and they seem like totally nice people. They, like everyone we’ve met to this point nearby, speak fluent English which is nice for me since my Spanish still pretty much sucks. I am getting better though and talked my way through my first solo run-in with the local gendarmes the other day when I made an apparently illegal U-turn on the highway. They were nice and scolded me gently, ignoring the fact that I didn’t have correct papers on the car and was driving with a U.S. driver’s license.

Scenery-wise, it’s beautiful here. We’re not that much further away from the beach if we get the urge, and the air is cleaner.

Back to WordPress

April 16th, 2009

I forgot how frustrating MovableType’s browser-based publishing system is. It’s like driving a car with no gauges, just a light that says ‘check engine’.

I like to edit my own code, thanks.

I think we’re alone now

April 14th, 2009

Everyone who ever read this blog, and it wasn’t that many to start with, has probably stopped checking this page to see if I’ve blathered anything new. Now it’s back to you, the casual blog surfer or googler, and me.

I got way sidetracked on Facebook in the interim. Blown away by how many people from my past I could track down. What an amazing thing to be able to do- just whistle up someone from 30 or 40 years ago and say hi. Anyone over the age of 30 has got to be seriously impressed by the power of that technology. To be able to reconnect with someone who meant so much to you, or just a simple reality check to help keep that depressing feeling of mortality at bay- it closes the ‘circle’ in so many ways. Circle meaning circle of life and whom we have encountered along the way, who we have been affected by that changed us into who we are now.

Part of the motivation to finally take the bait with the whole Facebook trend (I refuse to get worked up over Twitter.. it’s just not the same) was my recent move here to Spain from the U.S.. The predictable feelings and sentimentality over people left behind, and a basic human need to reach out and touch someone. I’m so glad I did, and I think there are some renewed friends who are glad they did too. I recommend it if you haven’t tried it.

So anyway, back to this blog. While Facebook is unique and immediate in its social interaction, I missed writing down lengthier thoughts to no one in particular- rather, a cathartic mental house-cleaning occasionally. Sometimes it’s not pretty, and while I am compelled to express my opinions about things here and there, I’m afraid my words (which often aren’t chosen very carefully or with any political correctness at all) would be judged too harshly, taken out of context, or simply misunderstood, even by people I know. That’s one of the things I still really like about it after ten years of blogging.

On the other hand, when some family members started reading this crap I sometimes write, there were questions about it, some clarification required, or I would hear my own words used back at me.. that was really scary. But they’re gone now I think… given up on nailing me with my own rhetoric. I’ll just close the back door and sweep up a little now.

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