Another Labor Day weekend is upon us which means another family vacation for Dave and I. On any given holiday you will usually find us on the left (California), the right (New York) or the middle (Missouri). What can we say? We live balanced lives.

This particular weekend we will be heading right in an exhausting 3 leg red eye flight. I figured we should be prepared for all the new carry-on restrictions particularly because I can't recall the last time Dave let me check a bag. After a quick search on American Airlines website, I found a list of all things terror related, including yogurt, cheese, bubble bath, syrup and pudding.....a seriously scary list of items. They also state all things liquid defined as gels, pastes, lotions, and the contents of pressurized containers.

I wonder what my own water weight is and if I personally could be defined as a liquid. The last time I checked (which was in 7th grade biology) my body is pressurized AND I'm quite sure after 3 legs of a red eye flight I might very well explode.


Well it seems that all that is left between us and our new address is a signature...and of course a gigantic check. We removed all other contingencies today, including the dishwasher. Perhaps it will be under the tree this year, because now that we have a fireplace and chimney, I certainly expect Santa Claus to visit.

PS. Don't worry mom. The folding chairs will be the first to go.

between a dish and a hard place

Who knew when Dave and I entered into the great housing search of 2006 that it would come down to a kitchen appliance. In our current rental property, we have a dishwasher and it was a first time for both of us to have enjoyed the luxury outside of our parental nest. The debate is the new house, as already stated to be a robust 84, does not have said luxury. My initial problem, we'll put one in. Dave's thought... no problem, we've lived without before, we can do it again. Excuse me but after having had espresso does one go back to mere coffee? After watching a DVD do you return to the VHS path. NO. Why? Because there is no sane reason to suffer through the agony of dishpan hands when a very clever machine can do it all for you. That is why. So we have come to an impasse, and a small chunk of change and years of clean dishes lay in our path.

More to come tomorrow.

when you're 84...

I used to think that 84 was definitely getting up there in the years... no offense to the great grandparents of the world. 84 is after all a mere one year away from being a quarter of a century past 60 which is only 2 years shy of the Social Security standard retirement age. It was welcome news today to find out that you can still 'kick it' at 84 and 1051 Farnam is doing just that.

It passed it's major physical today with I would say a B average. We encountered a few hiccups with the fireplace/chimney and then again with a pesky neighbor wall but both are fixable. Perhaps the latter will require some extra Freeland charm. The electrical is where we were expecting a potentially 'go ahead and put it out of it's misery' situation but 1051 would have none of that. All I have to say is somewhere out there is an electrician and we owe him a huge Thank You because he did the job right 84 years ago.

I have the distinct feeling he was a Smith.

1051 Farnam

It's green, it's 2 bedrooms and someday soon (Sept. 19th to be exact) it will probably be ours.