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day 27
with the noaa promising a temporary respite in our recent deludge of rain (26 days so far), jack aspires to climb the roof, and have another go at the chimney-flashing leak. ladder, tar, spatula, caulk gun, and coveralls: long queued by the front door, just waiting for a break.
ultimately, they were right. it is no longer raining; it's hailing. (dramatically rolls eyes). at least in it's current frozen-ball form, it bounces away, unable to seep through the failing flashing.
no. wait. it's raining again...
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boomers like grandma's
growing up in a miltary family, we moved rather frequently, roughly every three years. coast to coast, class to class. in those early years, the concept of home was itself variable, but the concept of grandma was constant, permanent.
my paternal grandparents still live in the house that my then-young father moved out of. even today, it's a largely unaltered mid-century ranch: decades of resistance to change has created a time-capsule of cherished period ameneties.
personally, i have always adored her kitchen: polished copper splash plates to contrast bright turqouise formica counters that made everything my parents owned seem washed-out and boring. entire days of my youth were dedicated to a sublime form of counter-terrorism that involved tracing the boomerangs (boomers) in crayon.
i have always dreamt of having something just as flash. as atomic... as hip as grandma.
fortunately for me, formica has just announced that they have reissued the original boomer prints. i have no idea how much it will cost... but i can assure you, i am not above selling blood plasma to do it.
some example swatches from formica.com, and a snapshot of grannie's sink i took a year or two back:
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