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2020: The BEST List

About a year ago, I wrote:

Ugh, what a year. 2019, get thee behind me.
Bring on 2020. Please!

Little did I know what 2020 would have in store for us – for all of us.

My energy for writing an update this year is low. For one, I’m not sure what to say. I feel like there’s been so much already said, already written, already taking up space in our heads about this past year. I feel like anything I could say that attempts to capture what this year felt like would be incomplete.

So let’s not! Let me just give you the personal good news and bad news as it relates to our little family, and then we’ll give out some awards.

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post-holiday post

Now that the inaguration is over and everything interesting that was going to happen this winter has already happened, it seems time to update the ol’ blog.

First the big news: we’re officially homeowners! We moved in on October 30th, just in time to stock up on Halloween candy for neighborhood trick-or-treaters. Unfortunately we got home from work too late to actually hand out any candy.

November was a blur of unpacking and preparing the place for our very first house-guests. Scott’s parents spent a long Thanksgiving weekend with us here in San Leandro, and we all enjoyed a traditional turkey dinner with friends.


When Thanksgiving and all our visitors had gone, we lost no time preparing for the next holiday. After a quick trip to Orchard Supply Hardware to procure a ladder and some lights, we climbed up on the roof and did some decorating:


The next weekend we drove down to Los Gatos to cut down our first real-live Christmas tree. Apparently noble firs don’t grow down here, so we opted for the local variety, a redwood:


When Christmas finally arrived, Scott got a little surprise under the tree:


Her name is Daisy, and no, she didn’t really sit calmly under the tree for more than about 30 seconds. We actually picked her up on Christmas Eve from the local PetSmart where an animal rescue group does pet adoptions. Now Princess has a friend…or an enemy…or just someone to chase around the house while we’re at work all day.

The day AFTER Christmas, the Dahl clan descended upon San Leandro. Katie’s parents and brother flew in from Portland that morning, and sister plus boyfriend arrived from DC that evening. The next day was our pseudo-Christmas, complete with gift-exchange, another turkey, and of course, a huge mess after it was all over:


The family stuck around for a few days, but by New Year’s everyone had retreated back to their respective hometowns. We celebrated the New Year here in the Bay Area with friends, but apparently without a camera.

2009 has been relatively uneventful so far. If anything else interesting happens maybe we’ll post again…in the meantime, cheer for the Steelers, and admire our adorable kitten:


change of address

our house!

Unless I’ve jinxed the whole deal by posting this, we should be homeowners by this time next month!

After more than eight months of house-hunting and half a dozen rejected offers, we’ve finally got a signed contract on a three bedroom house in San Leandro.

Now Scott can play Rock Band without worrying about neighbors downstairs!

Gone Camping 2: Scott left out all the good parts!

Yes, the “Kampground” was more resort-like than anticipated, but it was also more like a cow pasture than anticipated! A herd of cows and two donkeys, which are actually owned by the KOA, reside just on the other side of a barbed wire fence, about four feet from out tent.

Camping with livestock!

Really, the whole complex appears to have been planted down in the middle of a grazing field, with a random smattering of trees seeming terribly out of place. My guess is that it used to be someone’s farmland, and they decided to make money off of it by allowing people to pitch tents and start fires in the great outdoors. They put in a pool and a “kamper’s kitchen,” fenced in the cows, and began collecting money from families who don’t know that real camp sites generally boast more vegetation than livestock. I bet they get a tax break or something for having the animals…I had a drama teacher in high school whose parents kept emus because it meant their land was a “farm.”

I sound too bitter, though. We really did have fun, despite the irritating family the next site over (read: about 20 feet) with the son who sang loud songs about farting. But next time we’ll opt for a campground that doesn’t have karaoke.

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