Oh January. January was almost as fun as December. It started out with a move from our lemon tree in Culver to the beach. It also started out with a stomach bug and the first real El Nino storm of the year.
Have you watched Jessica Jones on Netflix? It’s based on a Marvel Comic, characters include an alcoholic PI who has superstrength and can lift cars and jump over buildings, a villain who can control minds and goes around making people kill each other in gruesome ways, and a man with indestructible skin.
In Season One there is a scene in which the villain decides he wants to move into a two-bedroom suburban house, so he goes and tells the owner to move out within 24 hours (which, of course, the owner does, because mind control). And 24 hours later the villain moves into the huge, newly vacant house.
Over the past week I kept thinking about that scene when he walks into the empty, perfectly clean house. It is the most unrealistic scene in the entire series.
Moving always sucks. Moving with a two year old and an infant, in torrential rain, when everyone is puking and having serious GI problems is…yeah. It took us over a week to clean everything out and get everything in. And almost a month to recover.
It wasn’t pretty, but we made it. And our new place, though tiny, is 5 blocks from the beach and pretty fantastic.