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Light My House on Fire

I should probably continue my last post about Disneyland, and perhaps I will do that later, but the whole house situation is on my mind currently, so I’ll spend entirely too much time writing about that now.

I’ve spend the past two weeks pestering Berta about the details of our mortgage on the new house. What will our monthly payments be? She doesn’t have any answers, mostly because the people who should have them aren’t giving them to her. Otherwise - and this seems a real possibility - I just don’t understand it.

There are time these days when I think that the lethargy setting into my mind is becoming more permanent the more reticent I become in doing anything about it. There’s antoher sentence deserving of about six posts. Returning from my digression now…

In tandem with receiving no information about the loan, I’ve been having nice dreams about many house disasters. In a recent dream, I found myself climbing out of the basement’s Bilco doors to find that the above-ground portion of the house had been swept away by some funnel of wind.

This really isn’t funny considering the recent crazy windstorms around here that have put 200,000 or more people out of power for several days. More disturbing about these storms is the actual physical destruction they’ve caused.

Our California Adventure

Last weekend, Berta and I went to Disneyland for our 8th anniversary.

It was just a weekend trip. We dropped the kids off with Mom on Friday night (after yet another late showing of the house), packed, then left for the airport around 6am on Saturday morning. We arrived in Los Angeles in the morning, and took an hour-long ride in a shuttle van to the Desert Palms hotel, which is on the same block as Disneyland.

Disneyland is weird. In our area, amusement parks are not inside cities. For example, Hersheypark is kind of out in the middle of farm country. Dorney Park is near Allentown, but not among the city buildings. Likewise with Busch Gardens in Williamsburg. King’s Dominion is nowhere near anything, and neither is Great Adventure. Disney World is it’s own gigantic place, but it’s away from everything. So it seems weird that Disneyland is tucked between some buildings in the middle of Anaheim. Anyway, that’s just an observation.

When we arrived, we were too early to check into our hotel. Thankfully, they were able to keep our bag for us, otherwise we’d have been lugging it around for the afternoon. They directed us toward Downtown Disney for someplace for lunch, so that’s where we headed.