Whoa Double Rainbow!

So it's been a few weeks since we've posted. I hope we haven't disappointed the nine people who actually read this thing, but home improvement for some reason has lost a little of its mojo. Call it the "sophomore slump", or when a rookie "hits the wall", whatever it is we've hit it. We still love the house, but the excitement of "hell yeah, we own a house!" has turned into "oh shit, we own a house!"

Wife has some posts she's working on and they'll be up soon, but the highlight for me since the toilet installation was absolutely the electrical work we had done. We hired this great guy named Harry Anderson, who played in a friend of a colleague's band, to fix all the fire hazards identified from the housing inspector and to boost our service to 200 amps from the 60 amps we had. Don't ask me what any of that means. The best part of Harry's work was his installation of two strategic outlets in our living room. First he put an outlet behind the TV, so now Babygirl can't yank the extension cord running across the room out of the wall right as Clinton Kelly is about to tell whether to match your socks to your shoes or pants! Better still, he installed another outlet so I could hook up my stereo.

Babygirl was at daycare that day, so I spent the afternoon wiring my speakers and connecting all my components. I finished hooking in up and threw on some Neil Young and it was just me and the dogs, in my new house. I don't know what it was, the plaster walls, the hardwood floors, or the sleep deprivation, but my stereo sounded incredible. I was having a Double Rainbow moment. After a few songs, the wife and Babygirl arrived and for the first time I really felt the joy of owning a home, the American Dream: thirty years of mortgage payments, leaky toilets, endless hours of yard work, but fuck it I could play my stereo as loud as I wanted and it sounded beautiful and my wife is beautiful and my beautiful daughter was dancing with me in our new house.

Double Rainbow, all the way!