(I just have a few moments here. Still blogging on the bedside table. Steve’s yelling at me to go to sleep. Thanks to everyone for commenting and joining the discussion. Wahoo. Party blog.)

We’re getting used to the new way of life here. I’ve already thrown my five year old into soccer camp. After a rough first day with tight cleats, city boy has risen to the occasion and is kicking some suburban ass. Go Jonah!

The sanitation system was designed by Kafka with rules for grass clippings, cardboard, cans, and other vegetative matter. There seems to be some sort of distinction between household trash and household garbage. And each day has its own type of trash. For example, the local mucky-mucks have declared that Friday is Vegetative Waste day (bundled at curb) for East Zone residents (that’s us, I think).

I also haven’t quite figured out the whole supermarket thing yet. I’m used to shopping for food daily on the way back from the playground. Now, we’re supposed to buy a crap load of stuff once a week. It’s too much work to strap up the kids in car seats and shop for one or two items a day. But what if you forget a vital ingredient? What if you are incapable of planning a week’s menu?

Yesterday, I made chicken fajitas, but didn’t have any lemons or limes to marinate the meat. So, I used green Gaterade. My Gaterade chicken worked quite nicely, thank you very much. Though I have taken a lot of crap from Steve about it who said I’m going to start finding interesting uses for Spam and Velveeta.