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As we STILL have no internet access at Retro Acres, the posts are going to continue on the slim-to-non-existent side. The new service is supposed to be installed on Sept. 8 (!) (long wait!) so hold yer horses ’till then.
We’re visiting the grandparents for the weekend, which is why I was able to pop online and do a quick post. More on what we’ve been up to later, but for now:
Last night Brian was videotaping the Democratic National Convention for his family while I was out at a storytelling concert. The kids were running around the room while it was on, occasionally noticing what was onscreen. Occasionally, that is, until Barack Obama appeared. After viewing the barrage of inspirational speeches, campaign songs, and soft-focus life story, Jeffrey pointed at Barack and said in a hushed voice,
“Dad, is he going to save the world?”
(ha!)
I guess he does come off as a bit of a superhero-type for a five-year-old, what with the thronging crowds and all.
Brian’s response?
“Um, he’s going to try.”
Tomorrow is the day — Moving Day!
YES — almost two months to the day since Brian and I first arrived in Utah, our new house is, while still not 100% finished, livable and so we are moving into Retro Acres tomorrow.
Yeah. That’s the nickname we’ve given the house. It isn’t stately or charming or anything — I highly doubt we’ll be getting stationery with that embossed on the top — but it’s appropriate. What else do you call the house with avocado kitchen appliances, a collection of high fluted tapioca glasses, and a “Florida Room”?
Did I mention the ever-awesome built-in sunburst clock? Oh, Retro Acres, indeed.
The two months of construction have taken their toll, however. My mother and I spent this entire week cleaning, cleaning, cleaning the kitchen, laundry room, and bathrooms. (Floor scrubbing! ACK!) But it’s turned up some exciting discoveries, like an Ableskiver pan (mmmm, pancake balls), a hand-cranked kitchen gadget called a “Shred-O-Mat,” and a tiny brass fire extinguisher from what appears to be the 1940s. Its packaging features a line drawing of a man putting out a flaming Studebaker.
Anyway, we haven’t arranged for an internet service provider in our new home yet, so it will be a while before I’m able to post again (unless I can sneak a trip up to the library or whatnot).
