Neighborhood Picnic

"Alice thought the whole thing very absurd,
but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh."

I'm a little late getting this up, but the past week has been spent on the big push to get everything packed in preparation for the main move this coming Sunday. I'm also noticing blogger is being strange and now I can't get the text to fill in the column next to inserted images. I dislike not being able to neatly layout my posts and having to waste space.

A week ago on Thursday, our new neighborhood was having their annual picnic, hosted by the City, at the little park half a block from our new house. A didn't know until the day of whether or not she would be able to attend (she ended up not), so I had made sure to make an A-friendly side dish to bring to the potluck. The City provided hot dogs and salmon and lemonade served by city council members and some of our local firefighters and police officers. The neighborhood then brought side dishes and desserts to share. They also held a raffle for a few prizes (we didn't win anything) and had a table with City-related flyers.

We met many of our new neighbors and we're in for an interesting time as there are a few notable characters!

Labor Day Weekend Labors

Since we have oh-so-wisely decided to take the majority of September to do our move, we had a pleasant holiday weekend divided between moving, play, and chores.

Saturday, we spent the whole day moving EVERYTHING out of our storage locker so we could throw that money down the drain no longer. We were out by 5pm, cut off thanks to the office closing, which is dumb since the unit we had in Issaquah just let us go until close at 8pm. The MLK unit needs to apparently INSPECT the unit with you in it <roll eyes>. We left the truck at the house and went and had dinner at Torero's. I mention this because I strayed from my usual chicken enchiladas and took a gamble on their enchilada al pollo con mole. Oh heaven, am I glad I did! Their mole is SO yummy! Flavorful and complex, not too sweet, with a smokey note. Luckily, A came to help us unload after she got off work. Good thing as J and I found ourselves just tuckered out and moving at a snail's pace with the last of it.

Sunday was our day of play: we went to Bumbershoot.