Well I finally got access to the internet and cable (just in time for Lost!) so I’m once again a happy camper. I had severe computer withdrawel this last week and seriously considered breaking into the next door neighbors apartment to check my mail. That would have required me to get out my pajamas though and lets face it, I’m to lazy to change clothes.

What can I say about Ridgecrest? No really, it’s a government town, what can I say that won’t get me spirited away in the night by men in black suits? I think I may be getting on Sean’s nerves as I assume every wierd cloud is an alien mother ship in diguise, every bump in the night the Chupacabra coming to suck me dry. But seriously, the real danger out here is drying up like a dusty old tumbleweed and blowing away. We’ve been outside maybe five minutes tops in a week and Sean’s hands look like he microwaved them.

I really am enjoying myself though. I’ve been out more times in the week and a half we’ve been here than in the last two years combined. Everything is five or ten minutes from the house and the town is so small that when people give you directions they don’t tell you what street it’s on they tell you what restaurant it’s beside and you can actually find places based just on that. Plus people are super nice, almost to nice. They talk to us in the grocery store, in the parking lot, at the checkout. Everyone is willing to offer advice and directions or welcome you to town. It’s very pleasant but at the same time a little eery. I keep expecting thier eyes to glaze over and hear them chanting “One of us, one of us!”

Sean seems to like his job and love his paycheck and the new apartment is easily twice the size or more of the old place. But we have so few belongings that our voices echo when we talk. The neighborhood is quiet and peaceful, there are several stray cats that beg food from me on our patio which gives the cats something to watch when they aren’t salivating over the pigeons that feast on the pinecones in my front yard. I even saw a hummingbird yesterday.

It rained all week which made it strangely cold for the desert and very dark to boot. Not exactly the best conditions in which to be alone in a strange new place but I didn’t crack up or anything. There are a lot of strange noises here, not the least of which is the frequent sonic booms as the jets take off. Or maybe it’s just so quiet that any noise is that much more startling.

As I type this Niobe is laying on my hands on the keyboard snoringing into the crook of my arm and down the hall either Trinity or Neo is eating packing peanuts. So after I lock them in the shower and (accidentally?) turn the cold water on I think I’ll go sit on the patio and soak up some sun. The view of the moutains is lovely, the air is clean and I know some stray cats who won’t mind eating leftover hamburger.

Life is good

Good luck and blessings, Prana

On the 5th of January Sean got a job! A good one that pays lots of money! No not Bill Gates kind of money, but still more than we make now and that’s good enough for me. So we headed out to Ridgecrest (that’s where the job is) to look for a place to live and found an apartment twice the size of our current place for half the price. I would have posted sooner but honestly this is the first time I’ve had five minutes of rest in a month and a half.

Everything is finally sorted, packed, repacked and labeled. Tomorrow the movers come to get our stuff and then we head on out to our new home. Ridgecrest is in the desert and is roughly the size of a postage stamp. You could literally walk from one side of town to the other. But it’s a nice town, quiet and peaceful but not primative or old fashioned. Sean’s job is with the Navy and the town is basically a navy town so a lot of the people are our age and fresh out of college. I know it sounds terribly dull but I can’t wait to get there. After four years in Los Angeles I would agree to live in an igloo in Antarctica. No more police sirens, gunshots, barking dogs and screaming neighbors. No more banging on the window because someone forgot thier key and wants in, no more exhaust fumes from the overpass or parking ten miles away because theres something going on at the convention center. It sounds like paradise to me.

The only bad part is I won’t have any internet access or cable until the 23rd. It’s practically inhuman. So wish us luck and we’ll see you again in a couple weeks

Good luck and blessings, Prana