It’s been a few weeks since we packed up and moved across the bay, and while we’ve gotten Seamus’ room unpacked as well as enough of the kitchen and bathroom to function, most of our things are still in boxes. I’m loath to leave Seamus to the TV while I unpack, and in any event, he’s done being our trooper and has begun acting out, which while expected, takes up much more time and effort to deal with reasonably. I’ve gotten very crabby in the last week or so, as Patrick has been cleaning out the crap from the garage since we moved. But he’s done, so he’ll get back into our routine and give me a bit of respite soon.
When Seamus is not throwing down like an almost three year-old who has just moved from the only home he’s ever known, we’re exploring our new town as well as spending a lot of time playing out back. We live near a commercial corridor so I’ve been spending a good chunk of time sourcing stuff and figuring out costs. We’ve visited playgrounds, the beach, the dog park, the shoreline wetlands preserve and the local aviation museum. We saw a tiger swallowtail butterfly yesterday. Depite my slatherings with mineral sunblock, we’re tanning under the afternoon sun.
- I found a preschool for Seamus! I was a little worried about this, as the spot we relinquished was one I applied for in 2008 and I had no idea how competitive the application process was here in Alameda. The school is play-based with structure, and Shea loved the place when we visited. He’ll go three days a week, they’ll support potty-training efforts, and I feel very optimistic about the whole thing.
- Once I’ve gotten this place under control, I begin re-skilling to work part-time from home. There’s the dream job I have in my head, and there’s the dream of sharing both the working and care-giving responsibilities with Patrick. With world enough and time they may not be mutually exclusive, but I am not sure if we have that.
- Bandit is running about the house and behaving like a normal cat. She eats only wet food now, and we’ve made some good spaces for her food and box, and she seems to be happier. She’s obsessed with the basement.
- Faolan misses C and her dog-walking group, so we work really hard to get her time with our neighbor’s dog, and I plan on geting her to the dog park at least twice a week.
I’m helping a friend with an essay, so that’s all for now.