I may have mentioned that J and I are siding the house this summer. (After we excavate and pour a concrete driveway, build a garage, install brick-like skirting around the base of the house, and eliminate malaria in sub-Saharan Africa.) I'm excited about this because Yaaay! No more hovel-like exterior! Then in the future, when I go on a flower planting binge, I won't feel like I'm sprinkling sugar on a turd. The big question now, the one I'm posing in this public forum, is this: what colors should we go with? Our house is all white right now, and it's kind of working an old cottagey / colonial saltbox vibe. We're torn between dark gray with white trim, a sunny yellow with dark green and white trim, a strange sage tint that is not in the sample book and as such would have to be special-ordered (but that J has become quite an advocate for anyway) with white trim? maybe beige? and an adobe clay color that would be convenient but perhaps better suited for new construction. Many homes in our neighborhood are white, tan, gray, light blue, and two the pukey pinky peach color Crayola dubbed "flesh." Because in the seventies, the Binney & Smith execs believed that only white people colored.
I know, it's a real life and death issue. The bigger matter is, we have new neighbors. And based on the near-constant nagging/shouting from their deck, they have a son named Noah! And a tribe of teenagers with ample free time! And two dogs and a cat! And everyone hangs out on the deck all day, despite the delivery of 136 storage pods that surely await unpacking! And I can't wait to plant some privacy shrubs!
Also, I've booked my ticket home from the roadtrip. Denver to Wisconsin, but a layover in Atlanta. It reminds me of the bit from the old SNL sketch featuring Yul Brynner's similarly bald sister as a travel agent saying in a heavily accented voice to someone on the phone, "No. You cannot get there directly. You have to CHANGE in ATLANTA." Does anyone other than my brother and me remember this bit? Anyone?
Finally, did anyone other than me and a bunch of middle-aged women watch AFI's "100 Years, 100 Cheers" most inspiring films countdown on CBS the other night?* Well guess which film was selected as the coveted Most Inspiring Film of All Time. That's right. It's a Wonderful M*th%erf*^%#ing Life. Only my favoritest movie ever. ("She's about to close up the library!") Suck on that, Driving Miss Daisy. I kid. I actually try really, really hard to find something to like in almost every movie I watch. Even if the only thing I find is that the film has an ending.
*Please, no cracks about how I could very possibly be middle-aged already. I'm not. Also, I'm only kidding about my neighbors. I'm sure they're very nice people.