Germans Rising

Summer                                                          Most Heat Moon

Stunned. I’m stunned I was shocked when Germany beat Brazil. I’ve not followed the world cup with any diligence, but apparently enough to go, Whoa! And we played Germany to 1-0. Maybe we’re better than we think?

Another international sport I follow with a bit more diligence than the world cup is Formula 1 racing. How ’bout Team Mercedes? Treating everybody else to rear wheel views around Formula 1 tracks from China to Great Britain. First time they’ve been this good since the 1950’s.

Hmm. World Cup. Formula 1. Next, world domination?

The Johnson/Olson Clan

Summer                                                      Most Heat Moon

The deck continues. Ruth’s out building a house using found materials while her Dad drives screws into cedar decking. Kate’s asleep for her nap, but I’m awake, an hour or two shy of a full night’s sleep. Kate’s sister Anne is out pruning the crab apple tree. This Johnson/Olson clan loves working. Or, at least, they work a lot.

Jon kvetches about the heat and the humidity and how Denver is better. But I reminded him of the 107 degree days I’ve experienced out there in August and early September. Oh, yeah. Well, it gets hot some. A dry 107 degree heat will cook a chicken, too.

Meanwhile, I’m downstairs, my head in Ovid, wrestling with declensions and conjugations rather than electric drills and Japanese saws. To each their own.

 

Permitted

Summer                                                              Most Heat Moon

Kate went to city hall (which looks like a 1960’s elementary school rather than a gothic stone fortress) and got a permit. Jon can continue on and we’re covered once the inspector checks the work at the end. One more item off the list. And, now I can sleep.

Yesterday I went on Google Earth and looked at some of the homes we’re considering in Colorado. This way we can see the home in its context, not just the interior and immediate exterior shots in the real estate listings. Some homes that look isolated, private are actually butted up against neighbors, but some sit in splendid isolation. Just right.

 

 

Up

Summer                                                             Most Heat Moon

Oh, pooh. Been awake thinking about building permits. This is something I’ve not spent any time thinking about before now. However, when Stefan asked if I had a building permit for the deck I said no. Didn’t think I needed one. (actually, didn’t occur to me. at all.) But, we’re selling the house next year.

We need a permit (I just checked) so I’m going to have ask Jon to stop working while I apply for one. This may put Jon out of the deck finishing since he needs to leave, probably before I can get a permit. Sigh. The number of things that come up during a move.

Anyhow, now that I’ve decided what to do (what was keeping me up was not knowing and therefore indecisive) maybe I’ll be able to get back to sleep. Or not.

The checklist of things to finish before March seems to grow longer. I’m not going to let this challenge my decision to enjoy the move and its various parts. Including learning about building permits. Something I suppose I should have learned by now, but I haven’t.