Flowers and Floors

Saturday was supposed to be a big day. We were supposed to get our belongings from the movers (who took their sweet mother-effing time getting out here).

But NOOOO. They showed up driving a truck the size of Connecticut, and couldn't make the turn into our complex. No big deal, they say. We can get a smaller vehicle and shuttle things in, they say.

But NOOOO. Turns out there aren't any smaller trucks available this weekend. We'll have to come back Monday morning, they say. You look so disappointed, they say.

You THINK? I've been sleeping on the floor, working on the floor, eating on the floor, doing EVERYTHING on the MOTHRA FRUITCAKING FLOOR since April 7. And Jason has been in the apartment since April 1.

It is a damn good thing that the Navy is paying for this move, because I refuse.

If I don't get my furniture tomorrow, I'm going to make some grown men cry. TRUST.

Rather than sulking all day on Saturday, we got out the Corvette and drove up to Fresno to see the Japanese garden at Woodward Park. I am so glad that Jason convinced me to go, because being there lifted my spirits immediately. It was sunny, 80 degrees, and there were flowers and birds everywhere we looked. All I could hear were the sounds of the waterfalls and birds calling to each other. This peacock was strutting around by the entryway, trying to show all the peahens what a badass he was with his feather cape. When we passed him again later, he had stepped up his game and was displaying his feathers. The hens just ignored him.

The flowers in this region are gorgeous and seem to grow without any human coaxing. Not just in the Japanese garden, but everywhere. The rose bushes scattered throughout our apartment complex take my breath away. I do not, as I previously stated, "hate it here." While I still don't particularly care for our apartment, California is growing on me every day. The sunshine definitely helps. I told Jason earlier that it "makes me happy in my brain." There was nothing in Massachusetts that made me happy in my brain.

After the garden we drove around Fresno in search of food, deciding on Red Door Asian Bistro to stick with the Asian-themed afternoon. We had eggplant with miso sauce to start, I had stir-fried spinach with garlic sauce and steamed rice, and Jason had curry vegetable tofu. It was ridiculously delicious--we'll go back for sure. After that we drove around the hills outside Fresno, enjoying the scenery and lusting after rich people houses. It turned out to be a good day, after all.

One more night on the floor, people. It won't kill me.