A little progress
It's been over 90 degrees the past several days, with 90%+ humidity. When you live in a house without AC, it's enough to make you feel sick. One of my husband's colleagues lent us a couple AC window units, but in a Kafka-esque twist of irony, our upstairs outlets only have two prongs, and AC units have to be grounded (ie they have 3-pronged plugs). Most of the downstairs windows have permanent storm windows and are thus unopenable. So...the kitchen is nice and cool?? We all slept on the floor last night. Hopefully tonight is cooler and we can sleep in our beds, because school starts tomorrow, and the midnight slumber party isn't going to help with that time change.
People keep gleefully warning me of the woes of winter, but it's the summer that's going to kill us. (Also, we came from a place known for 12-month frosts and 50 mph winds. Not to mention 10-15 more inches of snow per year than in ND. You don't have to be THAT dramatic about your winter.)
We can mostly see our floor. We have no furniture yet (um, not unless you count the way the males in the family have set up our house to most closely resemble a computer lab). So that's progress. Given the issues that go way, WAY beyond cosmetics in this house, I doubt we'll ever be able to totally relax in this house, but maybe it will look a bit better soon. I am not getting as much vertigo from the floors as when we first got here, but maybe that's because I try to jump over the larger holes and plunges. I have to stand by what I said last summer about my favorite architectural style: my favorite kind of house is the one that WORKS.
We should do something fun on the last day of summer, but I think instead we'll all just hang out around the AC unit. Tomorrow will be exciting enough.