So besides the fact that my wife had to leave today for a trip that was going to separate us for more days in a row then we’ve been apart for 7 some odd years… it was a great day. We walked and had lunch outside at the Panera court yard.

After we dropped off Mariel at the airport Chase, Dexter and I went to the Fillipello Park for about an hour and I guess I didn’t take any pictures of that. Then we went home for some classic Dad dinner – chicken tenders, french fries, and Arthur pasta. All that while watching Ratatouille. Baths, showers, stories and we are doing pretty well 5 hours into a Mariel-less long weekend.

Below is a picture of Chase trying to “shared’ Dexter’s dessert.  He is a bottomless pit when it comes to all things in ice form.

Here is a snapshot of Mariel’s flight path right before Dexter goes to bed.

One too many winters… one too many colds… not enough chances to get to the beach before the New England Fall gives the bum’s rush to you best intentions. These are just a few of the reasons Mariel and I are looking to relocate.

The world is looking a bit too big to us and we want to make it a bit smaller. Getting a good way into my thirties and the prospect of living and dying in Massachusetts is not for fun.

This blog entry marks the beginning of our California category of posts. Here shall go things relating to our target of interest…. San Diego.