As promised, here are some pix (finally) of the lil' guy... getting ready for winter in his fisherman's sweater and cap. He won't be using this car seat much longer, by the way, since his feet already hang off the end and he won't fit into it when he's all bundled up for that Denver weather. Oh, and many thanks to May Mama buddy FiberChick for the beautiful hand-knit hat!
Back to packing. *Sigh.*
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
Monday, October 21, 2002
Jus' this mornin'
I took a long look around
I've lived it up
and loved it up
and done it in this town
Life goes on
Looks like it's time
for movin' on
After seven long years, Escape from L.A. comes to Anna's life, in less than two weeks! Yep, we're outta here... that's probably not news to two-thirds of the three or so people who read this weblog regularly, but it SURE feels good writing it. Woo-hoo! We were going to leave in early December -- to move to Denver, that is, to go help out Antonio's dad -- but Antonio is getting antsy, and his dad landed in the hospital for a bit last week, so off we go. It's not like we're leaving behind great jobs or anything... just rejection (sniff!) -- I'm still sending out resumes nine months after getting laid off and just got my second response to all that self-promotion last week. Not an offer, just a "thank you for applying" blah blah blah.
What we are leaving behind: really, really good friends. That part sucks. All these years of bitching and moaning about southern California (and all the other stuff I bitch and moan about), I still managed to be sociable enough to meet some awesome people, I guess. I have a trail of good friends all across the country -- from Massachusetts to Philly to New Mexico to California. I lived in one (beautiful, peaceful, nurturing) place for my first seventeen years of life and have moved every year or two ever since, either across town (I'm on my fifth soCal address in seven years) or away to try something new. Here I go again, messing up yet another page in all these good people's address books.
This time is a bit different, though: I'm moving "as a family." A big reason I agreed to go to Denver on such short notice is that I'll be able to continue staying home with Lazarus, working as a freelancer, getting the baby stuff business up and running -- doing what I need to to stay out of the rat race for a while longer. The only thing we don't have nailed down is health insurance -- not only is self-insurance incredibly expensive, but you CAN'T GET IT if you have any medical history whatsoever. I still have COBRA from my last job (which also covers Lazarus, at $320 for both of us), but Antonio has no coverage (I had to drop him from COBRA or pay $580 a month) and has little chance of getting coverage (at less than $500 a month or so) because of his arm injury last year. Still... I feel incredibly fortunate not only to have a secure, comfortable place to go but also to be selling a good house in a hot real estate market. Since we're shacking up with Antonio's dad, our living expenses drop considerably *and* we'll have a nest egg for later... for that straw bale house we really and truly are going to build down in Magdalena. If my internal timetable stays on track, we'd better get started pretty soon so we can have it ready for our next two-year upheaval. *Sigh.*
Wish us luck.
I took a long look around
I've lived it up
and loved it up
and done it in this town
Life goes on
Looks like it's time
for movin' on
After seven long years, Escape from L.A. comes to Anna's life, in less than two weeks! Yep, we're outta here... that's probably not news to two-thirds of the three or so people who read this weblog regularly, but it SURE feels good writing it. Woo-hoo! We were going to leave in early December -- to move to Denver, that is, to go help out Antonio's dad -- but Antonio is getting antsy, and his dad landed in the hospital for a bit last week, so off we go. It's not like we're leaving behind great jobs or anything... just rejection (sniff!) -- I'm still sending out resumes nine months after getting laid off and just got my second response to all that self-promotion last week. Not an offer, just a "thank you for applying" blah blah blah.
What we are leaving behind: really, really good friends. That part sucks. All these years of bitching and moaning about southern California (and all the other stuff I bitch and moan about), I still managed to be sociable enough to meet some awesome people, I guess. I have a trail of good friends all across the country -- from Massachusetts to Philly to New Mexico to California. I lived in one (beautiful, peaceful, nurturing) place for my first seventeen years of life and have moved every year or two ever since, either across town (I'm on my fifth soCal address in seven years) or away to try something new. Here I go again, messing up yet another page in all these good people's address books.
This time is a bit different, though: I'm moving "as a family." A big reason I agreed to go to Denver on such short notice is that I'll be able to continue staying home with Lazarus, working as a freelancer, getting the baby stuff business up and running -- doing what I need to to stay out of the rat race for a while longer. The only thing we don't have nailed down is health insurance -- not only is self-insurance incredibly expensive, but you CAN'T GET IT if you have any medical history whatsoever. I still have COBRA from my last job (which also covers Lazarus, at $320 for both of us), but Antonio has no coverage (I had to drop him from COBRA or pay $580 a month) and has little chance of getting coverage (at less than $500 a month or so) because of his arm injury last year. Still... I feel incredibly fortunate not only to have a secure, comfortable place to go but also to be selling a good house in a hot real estate market. Since we're shacking up with Antonio's dad, our living expenses drop considerably *and* we'll have a nest egg for later... for that straw bale house we really and truly are going to build down in Magdalena. If my internal timetable stays on track, we'd better get started pretty soon so we can have it ready for our next two-year upheaval. *Sigh.*
Wish us luck.
Friday, October 11, 2002
Some lunatic with good aim and access to a high-powered rifle is gunning people down in the Washington, DC area. I'm saying a prayer for everyone I know there and everyone I don't, and especially for the 13-year-old boy who got hit the other day but survived. A child, people. Who is this shooter, and how'd he get a gun like that? Who needs such weaponry for anything nonlethal?
I'm also making plans to somehow go see Michael Moore's Bowling for Columbine, which opens in New York and LA this weekend and in other places next week. Michael Moore is a premier gadfly -- if I could have dinner with anyone from the present or past, it would be him. He rouses the rabble and rocks the boat and gets in smug people's faces to tell them the truth they won't hear, and (probably what I most admire about him, since it's a quality I sadly lack) he DOESN'T CARE if he upsets people. He's like a Robin Hood with words, stealing false dignity from the rich and giving voice to the poor. Anyway, Moore says this movie is his "2-hour journey into the dark soul of a country that is both victim and master of an enormous amount of violence, both at home and around the world. With this movie I have broadened my canvas to paint a portrait of our nation at the beginning of the 21st century, a nation that seems hell-bent on killing first and asking questions later..." I must admit that I don't particularly like the title, perhaps because of the grisly image that "Columbine" conjurs up, but maybe that was Moore's intent: we have to face this part of our culture if we're ever to conquer it... in fact, my guess is that Moore has discovered that it's not cost-effective to "conquer" violence because it supports an awfully large part of the US economy.
While I'm rooting around Moore's site, I also want to call out his peace pledge: "I pledge to never vote again for any Democratic candidate for public office who has voted in favor of George Bush's war in Iraq.... To the Democrats in Congress, we give you fair warning: You are either with us, or you are fired."
Whew -- had to get that off my chest. Hey, I gotta get back to taking pix of my little guy! He's growing so fast...
I'm also making plans to somehow go see Michael Moore's Bowling for Columbine, which opens in New York and LA this weekend and in other places next week. Michael Moore is a premier gadfly -- if I could have dinner with anyone from the present or past, it would be him. He rouses the rabble and rocks the boat and gets in smug people's faces to tell them the truth they won't hear, and (probably what I most admire about him, since it's a quality I sadly lack) he DOESN'T CARE if he upsets people. He's like a Robin Hood with words, stealing false dignity from the rich and giving voice to the poor. Anyway, Moore says this movie is his "2-hour journey into the dark soul of a country that is both victim and master of an enormous amount of violence, both at home and around the world. With this movie I have broadened my canvas to paint a portrait of our nation at the beginning of the 21st century, a nation that seems hell-bent on killing first and asking questions later..." I must admit that I don't particularly like the title, perhaps because of the grisly image that "Columbine" conjurs up, but maybe that was Moore's intent: we have to face this part of our culture if we're ever to conquer it... in fact, my guess is that Moore has discovered that it's not cost-effective to "conquer" violence because it supports an awfully large part of the US economy.
While I'm rooting around Moore's site, I also want to call out his peace pledge: "I pledge to never vote again for any Democratic candidate for public office who has voted in favor of George Bush's war in Iraq.... To the Democrats in Congress, we give you fair warning: You are either with us, or you are fired."
Whew -- had to get that off my chest. Hey, I gotta get back to taking pix of my little guy! He's growing so fast...
Wednesday, October 02, 2002
I had a vivid dream this morning... I was sitting in a big, dark, cool stone cathedral asking God for help, and didn't hear anything back, so I started yelling, "why won't you help me???" He replied, "If I keep 'helping' you the way you ask me to, then you'll keep not doing what you know you need to do."
We went to see baby Ian on Saturday -- here's a picture of him with his happy mama, and one of him with his proud papa. Oh beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy...
And, of course, I have to put up more pix of my own beautiful boy... I gave Lazarus some rice cereal today -- his second time, the first being a week ago yesterday -- and he really seemed to like it. What's this stuff? Some cereal, s'posed to be good for you.... Hey, he likes it, he really likes it!
We went to see baby Ian on Saturday -- here's a picture of him with his happy mama, and one of him with his proud papa. Oh beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy...
And, of course, I have to put up more pix of my own beautiful boy... I gave Lazarus some rice cereal today -- his second time, the first being a week ago yesterday -- and he really seemed to like it. What's this stuff? Some cereal, s'posed to be good for you.... Hey, he likes it, he really likes it!
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