Week 3, Progress

I'm finding myself going a little nutty living in little America waiting the day where life can be somewhat normal again.

We live on an air force base. It's a lot like living next to the airport. Plus, add in jet noise. Gotta love the jets. Olive hears the beginning roar of the engine and quickly slaps her hands over her ears until they have past miles away. It was cute and first. Now it's more essential than using hands, oh say for holding oneself up while climbing on playground equipment. I guess she just wants to hang onto her hearing so she can destroy it later as a teenager.

The other fun "new" thing about living on base is the 4:30 dose of patriotism. I knew it existed but now we get to participate. Those of you who are not familiar with military customs, the National Anthem(s) play from loud speakers, and when it happens, you stop, stand, and salute (or cover your heart with your right hand in case of civilians). Oh yes, today instead of dancing to the music from inside the hotel room while I cook dinner, Olive was outside with me on the playground. She believed the music was coming from the commissary (grocery store) and didn't know why she had to stand still instead of dance. God Bless America.

Can I mention as brilliant as having easily accessible playgrounds outside your living quarters is? I think we've got to be on hour 70+ by now... no sarcasm in that what so ever.

It's not all bad. Just a little of the cabin/base fever.

In the news of the outside world. We placed a retaining payment on our future rainbow palace near Newmarket/ Cheveley. It's easily 2 times larger than our modest little bungalow at Hoadly. In all honesty its too BIG. Cleaning, not looking forward to it. I guess Josh and I are enlarging our Carbon footprint to make up for all those years living with little room, heat, running water, or a bathroom... If you want to see it follow the link. We get to have a sit down meeting with the landlord on Monday. A bit of a chat. Should be interesting.

http://www.jackson-stops.co.uk/cgi-bin/properties/summary_details.pl?propID=38917

We also have a car. It's the mama car. 2003 Subaru wagon, silver. Oh yah, a wagon. Olive calls it the 'Subaru dragon'. I think the name might stick. So much for going small. Josh is still looking for a Range Rover. It's a bit of a culture surrounding those cars... much much more than a Trooper.

Photos are from a walk we took on father's day to the Fens.

Those are the big happenings in weeks past- love to hear what's happening in your world.