The new job is turning out well and I'm completely happy with the new house and the region we've moved to. The house is surrounded by a forest and already I've seen a fox and a coyote. Angela mentioned that she saw some deer when she was walking Ellie.
In addition to the wildlife, I can actually see stars now; not the fake, occasional points of light you see in Tulsa but an entire kaleidoscope of color lit up like fireworks frozen in time. I've decided to get an inexpensive telescope and pick up amateur astronomy as a new hobby.
One thing I was surprised to discover is how close I am to Missouri. In fact, it's closer for me to drive to Missouri for gas and groceries (about 3 minutes) than it is to drive to the shopping area of Bella Vista.
Missouri, it seems, suffers from none of the paternalistic laws forced upon the citizens Oklahoma. I can buy cold 6 point beer and I can buy it on Sunday. Gas stations and even Wal-marts have fully stocked liquor stores. In fact, once you pass the state line, the rivers flow with Scotch and Vodka rains from the heavens.
Why is this so important? Well, it means I can once again enjoy my favorite beer, Fat Tire. Cheers!
