Paint colors and other such nonsense

For Your Information: If a paint color has the word “gold” in its name, it’s probably going to be a little yellow.

When the nice gentleman at my local Home Depot handed me a gallon of “Champagne Gold” with a dab of sample paint on the lid, I looked at him and queried “is this the right color? It seems a little yellow.”

He looked at it and replied “You’re right, it does look more yellow here than it did on your card.” He then dabbed a little paint directly onto my card, blow dried it, and voila! It matched exactly. So, I bought my bucket of paint, drove it home, and now I have a charmingly yellow hallway.

Now for all you artists out there, what color do I paint my front room to go with my “Champagne Gold” hallway? From what I can tell, the complementary color for yellow is purple, and while I love purple, I think the combination of yellow hallway, purple front room, and bright red couches is a bit too much of an homage to my grandmother who ran away with the circus.

What to do what to do . . . apparently I need to make some friends.

We made it, we're busy

Just a quick update: We are here safe and sound. We have a house. We don’t quite live in it yet, though. The goal is to start unpacking Wednesday night which means we have to finish our floors by Wednesday morning or sooner.

No internet (all phone jacks are antiques) no kitchen sink (totally clogged, need a new disposal) no working oven (don’t ask) tons and tons of yard work in very fertile soil (Lola would be in heaven.) Nails and tacks and staples poking out of all the floors. The toilets DO flush. Half the windows WON’T stay open.

But it’s all OURS!!!!!!

In our yard we have seen: bunnies, chipmunks, squirrels, gophers, cardinals, red winged blackbirds, and . . . FIREFLIES!

Pictures of the fruits of all our hard work to be posted soon . . . we miss you all so much, but haven’t had much time to get lonely. We can pretty much pick the day for the baptism, so as soon as we know Robert’s schedule, we’ll pass it along.

Love to all and thanks for your notes, keep sending lots. Will reply to you individually soon . . .

Things I will remember about the day I left Utah

Beware: this blog entry contains an obscene number of sentence fragments. Read at your own risk.)

The rainstorm. Accidentally sleeping until 7:45. Standing up Doug and Sam for breakfast. Crying through family prayer. Driving away from my sister. Being asked to get my husband a cross between a bagel and a donut. The kids going nuts over the rocks for sale at the gas station. The sick feeling of not missing a very brave but very unlucky prairie dog. Jack’s subsequent question: “Did he make it?” Checking the number on every ABF trailer we pass to see if it’s ours. Teaching my kids how to play the alphabet game. Teaching my kids about D-Day.

The first thing Stella did when we arrived in the hotel at North Platte: Pick up the phone and pretend to tell Aunt Sara all about her day.