A million little changes

I am Colorado born and bred. I love this state. I may have left her for a while, but she never left me. I love the big sky and the endless horizons. I love the towering peaks that reach up towards the bunny rabbit clouds in the sky. As you walk around you can smell the smell of angel's wings, and beer and trash in some places of Denver. This is the greatest state in the union. I truly enjoyed my time in Massachusetts and I am really going to miss the people and our church. We can never replace them (some of them we can imitate, though). I am going to miss the fall colors from the omnipresent trees. Sorrowfully I leave the Bay State behind. Expectantly I start again in Colorful (which is mainly brownish green and greyish brown) Colorado. However, I have not lived here for over 11 years. Furthermore, even though my family moved to Denver approximately 9 years ago, I have never lived in Denver for more than a month. Thus, there are several aspects of Western living that I have to get used to.
The first is the dry air. I hate humidity. I would rather eat a plate raw broccoli than to live in a humid environment. Though Massachusetts is not Florida humid, but it is also not Colorado dry. I have to get accustomed to waking up each day with dry bugers in my nose. They make sneezing an experience.
I need to readjust to the Television schedule. Every show is at a different time than what it was in MA. For this time zone, the shows are an hour earlier. However, sports shows and other live broadcasts are two hours earlier. I don't know why that is. Maybe I am in some type of space-time hiccup. At any rate, I have to modify my TV viewing schedule. Thankfully, nothing but bulah is on TV, so there is nothing that I have to watch. Though, I do have to get up earlier to watch World Cup Soccer. I don't know how it will all work when College Basketball season starts.
The biggest adjustment I have to make is to the water in our bathroom. Jenni and I now have our own bathroom off of our own bedroom. Of course, we had our own bedroom before, which tripled as a playroom and storage facility. But we did not have our own bathroom. This house has 3 1/2. I could use a different bathroom for each different type of bathroom use. This is so stinking nice I could sing. However, the water-temperature-adjustment procedure in our shower is a bit different. Formerly, if I wanted the water warmer I turned down the cold water nob. Here, if I want the water warmer, I have to turn up the hot water nob. This is very confusing. I am left-brain dominate and this throws me for a loop. I have not been this discombobulated since Brian Denehy replaced Kirk Douglas as the father character in the Man from Snowy River films. I don't know if I will ever get it right.
All variations aside, we are enjoying ourselves. My job search is going well, and I should be able to update you on the progress there shortly. As for now, I have to go to the bathroom. First I need to figure our how, and, therefore, which one.

Littered with boxes in Denver

Our furniture arrived last Friday and we were able to load it all into our house. I have not the foggiest idea how all this hack fit into our tiny apartment. It doesn't seem to fit into our new place, which is three times larger. There are boxes as far as the I can see, and I am guessing it will take a few years, or the Apocalypse, to get them all unpacked. Hopefully we can find the toothpaste and toliet paper before the end of next week.
I am in the midst of looking for a job. I have applied at several locations and have a few interviews this week. I applied for the head coaching position for the Denver Nuggets, but have not heard back yet.
It is wicked hot here. It has been in the upper 90s to mid 200s. Thank Crane for air conditioning.
The kids have been doing great. They have a play room in the basement where I set up a track for Aidan's Thomas the Tank Engine tank engine. They both love it. I think our kids toys reproduced on the trip here. We have more stuffed animals than the entire continent of Africa.
That is all.

In Denver

We are glad to have almost finally completed our move to Denver,though we are sad to leave our dear friends in Denver.
We have moved into our new house,though our furniture does not arrive until tomorrow.
The kids are happy to be in a house with much space. They love running around it.
They love that Grandma and Grandpa are right next door. They want to see them about every 93 seconds.
The extremely, inhumanely long drive that me and my father and brother made went well. Thankfully, the ride was only two hours less than neverending.
I will keep posting as events transpire here in Colorado.

Littered with boxes

Boxes are everywhere. Some are full; some are not. Most of our belongings are in these boxes. Much of our belongings are yet to be put into boxes. I yearn for the day in the near future when there will be no more boxes.
In just 3 days, Jenni and the kids will climb aboard a plane (which looks like a big Tylanol with lights on it) and set a course toward Denver. In a mere week, my father and brother will join me for a delightful trek across the American midwest with our bearings set on Denver. In a paltry week, we will be leaving New England. I am anxious, looking forward to the change, but sorrowful about leaving so many good people here.
I will post pictures of whatever I can whenever I can. For now, good day, and good luck.