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Last night after the movers and the workmen left and we’d put away boxes until we were exhausted, we lit a propane fireplace in the living room, sat down on couch and enjoyed the view as the sun lit the Canadian Rockies, turned the lake to gold and cast shadows among the trees. It was lovely, but the fireplace fan didn’t automatically come on so Scott checked it … it’s not installed.

My father-in-law and sister-in-law have arrived. They looked around at the incredible mess — the boxes of books, the overflowing kitchen table, the lack of beds (which are being delivered tomorrow because, remember, I expected the family on Friday) and they laughed. See, this is why I like my in-laws. They pretty much roll with the punches. Now they’re sitting on the deck, having a drink and enjoying said view.

I managed to get to the doctor at the right time for my “well-woman check-up.” It felt good to lie down and rest — and is that sad or what?

The Mythical Masons who mysteriously disappeared for two weeks have returned. The dust from the stonework covers everything, I can’t leave anything on the kitchen counter and I’ve got a fine grit between my teeth.



Comcast can't put in the cable because it overextends the line so they have to put in an amplifier on the main line before we can get TV or (drum roll) internet service, and they won't even TALK about that until next week when they'll let us know how long it'll be. I'm at a restaurant downtown sneaking onto their wifi.

Despite all my whining, I have to say — this is one seriously great house. Look at the view from my office!