We returned to the Golden State in May of this year and now live a mere twenty miles from Disneyland. Since that is where we spent our honeymoon, we went back there for our anniversary this year. Our tastes have changed a bit. Rob used to think the rides were too tame. Frima always thought they should keep the park open all night. Now our conversations are more like: “I got a bruise on that one. And that one jarred my back too much.” “I’m tired, can’t we go home now.” So, instead of trying to get to every ride we spent two hours occupying a piece of concrete so we could get a better view of the light show.

While we were there, we bought one-year passes. But we’ve not yet been back. Frima is going to school full time to be a certified paralegal and volunteering at the local library twice a month. Rob is working full time, and spends his evenings studying yet more programming skills. Both have piles of books laid out for the Charlie Cat to peruse. But Charlie’s health is fading. So Rob gets up at night to sit with Charlie, warm him up, and keep him company.
   We both spend long hours with our computers. Frima has an abundant homework load. Rob has numerous programming projects. So our big outing most weeks is the one-mile drive to our local United Methodist Church. This is a startup-church. It was meeting in a storage shed, but moved into an office building about a year ago. It’s the first time that we are older than our pastor. And it’s the first time that we are among the oldest members of the congregation. This is a new town. This area was farmland ten years ago. Most of the population consists of young adults with small children. We are trying to adjust to this strange feeling.
   Most of the students in Frima’s classes are of the age appropriate for going to college for the first time. Virtually everyone Rob works with is half his age. And the twelve-year old Charlie Cat has a terrible time convincing the local two-year old felines that this is his territory. Not that any of us were that good at showing respect for our elders, but we were just not ready to become senior citizens by driving across the state-line. Back in the olden-days of a year ago we were youngsters compared to most of our church congregation. Now we both love the big PC monitors Frima bought for us. Make the fonts bigger, and people in their forties can still use a computer.
   It’s easy to see why this is such a popular area for young families. We are tucked away in the foothills. There is a toll road that connects our town to the business centers of Orange County, but you cannot see the cities from here. Off to the East our town abuts the beautiful hills of the Cleveland National “Forest”. At this time of year the grasslands are a beautiful shade of green. So far, however, we have not been able to decide why it is called a forest. Nor have we found anyone that knows how the name Cleveland came to be associated with a grassland preserve in Southern California. Nonetheless, it is a nice compromise. We have rattlesnakes, possums, raccoons and coyotes to amuse Charlie. Frima has a couple nice shopping malls just a few miles away. And Rob can take the toll roads in three directions and get to computer stores.