The Weather

P. kept telling me that the weather here is amazing, perfect, can't be beat. And for the most part, he is right. BUT - for a girl who grew up in Florida... where is the humidity? The weather man on the news said that the humidity level would be in the teens for single digits. WHAT? Can we live with such little humidity, surely we will dry out.  

And now the Santa Ana winds are blowing. They whip trough here too. The skinny tree next to my house looks like its practicing downward facing dog. Our little area of SoCal we have had gust up to 45 mph. Feels like a tropical storm is nearby, but no rain, and no clouds. 

The wind whipped through all night and this morning, and now the news is reporting fires in an adjacent county to ours.  The weather may be beautiful, but it certainly isn't familiar. 

What a September!!!

"summer has come and passed

the innocent can never last

wake me up when september ends"

What a roller coaster we have been on...

Let me think where did I leave off, right - we were in Denmark. 

So as we were enjoying our trip together (the last business man trip), P. working, me wandering the city, fun eats, amazing clothes to pretend to afford, us together enjoying the evenings and a great little voyage to the Louisiana art museum... then the phone calls began. Precisely then, the first call was while we were on the train back from the museum. 

There was a buyer interested in the house. This was not our first offer, but this guy seemed pretty serious - he wanted to buy in cash and as is.  I'll spare the financial details, because in retrospect we could not have been luckier to sell (we certainly did not know that the nation's economic status was about to skydive).  But this guy wanted the house - and fast, he wanted to close in 2 weeks!  He did toy with us a little but it sold. P. only got to see the house for 24 more  hours between coming home from Denmark and taking off to Cali. (he is such a jet setter).  

A week later the moving vans can and then that was it - the house was empty. 

Well now what do we do? All of our worldly possessions were on a truck headed to storage. P. was in corporate housing and I was homeless (well not entirely - thanks E. and E.).  We thought it would be best to split up the dogs. P. took Blue and Copper stayed with me. The boys thought all one on one the attention was super fantastic. But

 still where do we go next...

About two weeks later we found a house to rent - the internet is great because I was able to see it online, and map the location while P. checked it out in real life. The rental process in

California was as detailed as buying a house - we even had to submit paperwork on the dogs. Fortunately the owners were fond of us. And while getting dressed for M. and J.'s wedding the phone rang one last time. By the next week, we have a new nest!