Gimme a Break!! - please????

Well, we're in... In our new (to us) house. The house that is not yet a home. The house that has already caused me to swear under my breath at my old self (the one that was prepping for the move a short few weeks ago) about WHY, oh WHY did I bring so much stuff to Japan? Did I not know that things are smaller in Japan? The house itself brags several hundred square feet in the living area and my bedroom. That's it, though. The kitchen doesn't nearly fit all of my food, much less all of my cooking utensils. Most of that is my old self's fault, though. I fancied myself a great chef over the past several months in Monterey, and began purchasing things that I had never used before, and probably will not use for several more years. I used those daggone heavy pistachio green, and Tiffany blue dutch ovens for the two times that I actually made osso bucco, though! One has to go. Same for my pressure cookers - why do I need two of them? Roasters, etc. Frankly they don't even fit into my miniature sized oven. Should have saved all of my "Easy bake"-ware from when I was a kid - they would have been more useful. All my visions of serving a traditional American-style homecooked Thanksgiving have gone out the window. I'll have to improvise.

The movers were great - they unloaded and unpacked all of our stuff in 5 hours! That was two days ago, and the house is still a wreck. I did get my spices alphabatized and put away this morning, so I'm starting to feel human again. We spent our first night there last night, and fortunately we all had a great night's sleep in our own beds and linens again. I dreamed that elves came in and organized everything and woke up to the same old mess. Damn elves are slacking off.

There is great enjoyment in finding our old treasures again. I heard an incredibly loud screeching coming from upstairs, and thought one of the kids had found an old radio and were trying to tune in a distant station. I climbed the stairs to find this image of David. He had found my old violin, taken it out, and was playing away on it. He constantly amazes me. He must have seen an image of someone playing a violin at some point. He was actually holding it and doing everything correctly. I recalled that the screeching noise was much how I continued to sound even after several years of lessons. Hope his musical skills far surpass mine!

I'll be off the net for a few days until we get internet set up in the new place. Blog at you later..

Ja Mata!