Look! No carpet! Real wood!
Noah, Erin and I went off for a whirlwind trip to Calgary for lessons. We left after Erin finished work on Saturday, making for a long, tiring day. Especially since I'd been up at 5 a.m. in order to fit in a 2-hour run before getting her to work. We arrived at our motel about 10 p.m.. Thank you double iced latté!
It's Stampede week in Calgary, so rather than paying radically inflated motel rates we stayed elsewhere, drove in in the morning, and then headed westward again as soon as we were done. Another long day. We arrived in Golden hoping for a lazy crash on motel beds for some well-deserved TV-watching. Alas there was a big power failure, 8 or 10 hours in length. I don't generally mind power failures at home. We have candles, solar lanterns, crank flashlights, the wonderful outdoors, and a variety of ways to amuse ourselves. In a dark motel room with two grumpy kids who had been looking forward to Dr. Who it was a different matter entirely. I went for a run. We read until there was no more daylight. Things were threatening to get ugly so we decided to just sleep.
Today we drove home. Chuck, Fiona and Sophie had been holding down the fort here. The flooring installers were hard at work. By quitting time they had finished the hallway and the living room. The finish hasn't been applied yet, but it already looks lovely.
Fresh veggies, veggie-burgers and venison sausage for supper. Roasted garlic sandwich bread cooling on racks. London Fogs brewing. Electricity flowing through the mains. Lovely wood floors. It's good to be home.