The real revelation for me was that we had ice for our drinks, and that ice was made by a machine.
back 300 years ago when we lived in our house I vaguely remember that we had one of these newfangled ice making machines right there in our refrigerator box. However I have not seen in on SO VERY LONG that I did not anticipate my emotional reaction when I happened upon Siri's. I needed more ice for my drink and a refill on the water. She told me to help myself and so I wandered over to her newfangled modern kitchen, and There it Was.... Right there in the door of her refrigerator...
First of all COLD WATER comes out when you push one of the buttons...COLD POTABLE WATER... Not GOAT WATER, not stinky smelly malodorous sulfur filled water but WATER you can DRINK.. AND IT IS COLD!!!!!
THEN if that is not enough, you PUSH A BUTTON and ICE COMES OUT!!!!!!
SHOCKING. I almost wept. I predict that when we finally do move back in, in 32 days, that I will want to leave the kitchen to go to sleep but I doubt I will be able to. Remember that scene in FATAL ATTRACTION when Glenn Close just sits there in her white apartment turning the light on, off on, off, on, off, on, off...........That will be me, but instead of turning the lights on and off I will be pushing the buttons for the ice and water. ice, water, water, ice, water, ice, water, ice, water.
SO yesterday it was like 150 degrees in Oregon. Habib said on Friday that he might stop by the house and do the countertops, because that is when his friend was available to help him but I told him he should take Saturday off, especially when it is going to be 150 degrees. However we swung by the ouse to get the mail at 4 PM after Siri's house and GUESS WHO WAS THERE??? and all the counters are in. THe look GREAT there are a few little hiccups as far as fit etc, but for most part they are IN. It was a huge surprise and I would have hugged those guys if we had not all been so sweaty.
SO we have decided to go with some bamboo floors downstairs and maybe some oak upstairs but it will be engineered wood upstairs. I told Bill he could put gravel upstairs as long as I could move in on time.
Also I have included some blurry pictures of Spencer in Quizno's where he is running, eating at his own table (he insisted) and covered in cookie. Just because I CAN.
Spencer sprints through Quizno's, though I cannot remember why.
Spencer eats his Quizno's at HIS OWN table.. he insisted. Well, he is 4.
Spencer v Cookie
Spencer sprints through Quizno's, though I cannot remember why.
Spencer eats his Quizno's at HIS OWN table.. he insisted. Well, he is 4.
Spencer v Cookie


