Ahem.
Caren and I are pretty sure we've found an elementary school, so thank you all for your advice in that endeavor. For those who care, it is called Crestridge Elementary. It's the local magnet school. It has a wide variety of ethnicities, as this picture testifies. It also has a passable library, seems very clean, and has a great curriculum that highlights other cultures. Teacher to student ratio seems decent. The only disappointment is that music classes are only twice a week, but it seems that we can't really do any better in that regard if we want to stay in the OPS school district. We're quite pleased.
We also think we've found a new apartment. It's a little smaller than our current place, so it'll be a somewhat tight squeeze. But it features rent that is about $100/month cheaper than what we're paying, and it features washer and dryer hookups, which is simply a necessity to the person who does most of the laundry*.
When last I blogged, I mentioned some particular computer problems that were plaguing us at the time. Well. I'm happy to report that the computer is finally recovered, after much effort and no small expense. I had narrowed the problem down to either the motherboard, processor, or memory. Since replacing any one of them generally requires replacing the other two, we went ahead and pulled the trigger on a specially priced combo I found at pricewatch.com. Actually, we pulled the trigger twice, because the original vendor shipped us the wrong parts the first time via a much slower shipping method than I had requested and paid for. Several tortured calls later to barely decipherable support representatives identifying themselves variously as Eric, Spenjamin, Eric, and Brandon**, and the incorrect inventory was back on its way to Florida. In its stead, I installed some perfectly good hardware from CompUSA. It was more expensive, but it was also exactly what I asked the sales clerk to sell me.
So anyway, I'm back, sort of. I've been really busy at work, and I've also been hard at work on a personal project that I hope to reveal here soon. To atone for my recent absence, I offer you this portrait of my son, Evan, drawn by my daughter, Rosana. She has titled it "Evan with a penis." I do hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
* To be perfectly clear, I am not the one who does most of the laundry. Also, I should probably note that she would likely have a minor quibble with the implication that she only does most of it.
** Seriously, how stupid do I look? There is no way that four people with heavy eastern accents have such American names. And the probability against two of them both being named Eric seems astronomical to me. I'm not even kidding about "Spenjamen" -- I made him spell it for me.
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