Ah.

This morning jogging felt really good. It was a pretty sunrise and full moon setting. There were deer grazing in the baseball field (only at JSC with our pet deer!). The air was crisp and it was just the right temperature, making my skin feel all tingle-y. I even ran an extra 1/2 mile just for the hell of it. I liked this mornings (as much as I can like a morning, considering I still hate mornings).

The tax collector

Karen had a hilarious experience with the t.v. enforcement patrol yesterday. It reminds me so much of Switzerland. Except for the fact that you probably couldn't pay your fine on the spot with the Swiss police. And even if you did have a t.v. license, and the Swiss police didn't believe you, they could still fine you if they felt like it, because that's just the way they are and you are a lowly American who knows 10 words of German and 25 words of French. And of course, you'd have to pay court costs to dispute it. So I guess the moral of the story is that Karen got lucky and the Swiss police are anal retentive dorks. I love America.

Bated breath

I left the home inspection to the end of this entry because I know you are all waiting to hear about it with bated breath. It went really well (not to say there aren't some problems, but, I'm sure we can arrange to have them fixed). When my inspector sent the report, he said "THIS IS A NICE HOUSE AND ALL ITEMS ARE MINOR AND REPAIRABLE." Which certainly beats the last house, which was "Run, don't walk away." Now I just have to wait for the termite inspection to be finished. I met one of the neighbours last night too. She's a teacher at Bay Area Christian high school, and she was telling (warning) me about her school's tradition of toilet papering their favorite teachers' houses on Homecoming night and the last couple years, they had a hard time figuring out which house was hers, so they just got the whole street. She told me not to worry, because she made her students come out and clean up the houses that weren't hers, and she made her husband and son clean her house (I liked this woman already). The house next door to me is lived in by two young single men apparently. With my luck, they're probably gay.