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sethrakNo possible way to catch up on the flist anytime soon. I'll see what I can do when we're settled into housing, rather than lurking in the TLF.
This is the view from the front step of our suite at Peterson AFB's TLF. :D
It's like living at the foot of the Misty Mountains, only without those pesky elves earnestly trying to sing one lullabies and instead managing to keep one up all night. :D
Also, one of the streets on the way to TLF is named, I kid you not, ENT Ave. (Capitalization theirs.)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
davner and I are both prone to hoom-haroom-hooming just a trifle when we see the sign. Sadly, it does not lead to the base horticulture center, or more logically, the clinic housing a small separate clinic for their ear-nose-throat specialists. Merely the base's branch of a local bank of that name. We have yet to ascertain what the acronym is for.
Also also, somewhere on Interstate 76 in northwest Colorado, there is a business styling itself 'Morganti Modular Homes'. I'd have laughed myself silly if there'd been any chance of Dav getting the joke. (I'm hiding Jhereg in his bag next time he goes on a TDY, I swear...) As it was, I giggled internally for several miles. :D
I'm not loving the acclimation to the thinner air so far, but I'm coping. It'd help if I hadn't gotten into such a depressing state of pudge and ill-shape the last few months before the move. Trying to walk any sizable distance, or standing up too quickly, as is required when a certain zodling tries opening the front door, is not fun. My intent of getting back into shape will have to start slowly. Jack is also noticeably irritable and in mild pain. Mark, on the other hand, in addition to learning how fast he can open lever handles as opposed to doorknobs,* thinks Colorado's atmosphere is just great. He spent most of the first day running back and forth through the suite at top speed, going "EEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeeeeeeEEE!!!" without pausing for breath. Both he and Jack have had some trouble adjusting to the change in time zones, which gives me and Dav a lot of problems at night. They finally seem to be getting back on schedule, just in time for Dav to resume normal working hours.
Sometime today, we're going to look over our temporary house, and probably sign the paperwork to accept it. No idea when we can take possession or how long it'll be until we can get the movers to bring our stuff. Peterson is in the process of demolishing the old housing and replacing it with brand-new housing built and run by a civilian contractor. So the house we're getting how is set to be torn down in six months, at which point we will be head of the list for one of the brand new houses. Depending on whether the new house is vacant due to a prior occupant PCS-ing, or merely upgrading to a different house due to a promotion, or leaving for off-base housing, we may have to pay for moving our stuff. AF rules, not those of the civilian contractor.
I'd be more annoyed by this rule if this base weren't so adorably compact. We can probably move the bulk of our stuff from the old house to the new ourselves, and bribe a few first-term airmen to help with the heavy furniture by buying them pizza and beverages. You could literally throw a football from the TLF to both the old and new housing areas, and a good NFL player in his prime could probably throw a football across the entire base, if he picked the right angle and had the wind on his side.
The base as a whole is really cute, very well-kept, and everything's fairly logically arranged and accessible. I think we're going to really love it here. ^_^
*One thing I do not love about the otherwise excellent TLF - the door handles, both inside and out, are levers, not knobs - and the front door's deadbolt opens automatically when you push the lever. There's no other lock mechanism. We've taken to pushing an armchair in front of the door at night, to prevent Mark running outside after we're asleep. He's extremely fond of the swingset at the mini playground between the suites, and constantly wants us to take him there, regardless of the hour or of how recently he's been there.
This is the view from the front step of our suite at Peterson AFB's TLF. :D
It's like living at the foot of the Misty Mountains, only without those pesky elves earnestly trying to sing one lullabies and instead managing to keep one up all night. :D
Also, one of the streets on the way to TLF is named, I kid you not, ENT Ave. (Capitalization theirs.)
davner and I are both prone to hoom-haroom-hooming just a trifle when we see the sign. Sadly, it does not lead to the base horticulture center, or more logically, the clinic housing a small separate clinic for their ear-nose-throat specialists. Merely the base's branch of a local bank of that name. We have yet to ascertain what the acronym is for.Also also, somewhere on Interstate 76 in northwest Colorado, there is a business styling itself 'Morganti Modular Homes'. I'd have laughed myself silly if there'd been any chance of Dav getting the joke. (I'm hiding Jhereg in his bag next time he goes on a TDY, I swear...) As it was, I giggled internally for several miles. :D
I'm not loving the acclimation to the thinner air so far, but I'm coping. It'd help if I hadn't gotten into such a depressing state of pudge and ill-shape the last few months before the move. Trying to walk any sizable distance, or standing up too quickly, as is required when a certain zodling tries opening the front door, is not fun. My intent of getting back into shape will have to start slowly. Jack is also noticeably irritable and in mild pain. Mark, on the other hand, in addition to learning how fast he can open lever handles as opposed to doorknobs,* thinks Colorado's atmosphere is just great. He spent most of the first day running back and forth through the suite at top speed, going "EEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeeeeeeEEE!!!" without pausing for breath. Both he and Jack have had some trouble adjusting to the change in time zones, which gives me and Dav a lot of problems at night. They finally seem to be getting back on schedule, just in time for Dav to resume normal working hours.
Sometime today, we're going to look over our temporary house, and probably sign the paperwork to accept it. No idea when we can take possession or how long it'll be until we can get the movers to bring our stuff. Peterson is in the process of demolishing the old housing and replacing it with brand-new housing built and run by a civilian contractor. So the house we're getting how is set to be torn down in six months, at which point we will be head of the list for one of the brand new houses. Depending on whether the new house is vacant due to a prior occupant PCS-ing, or merely upgrading to a different house due to a promotion, or leaving for off-base housing, we may have to pay for moving our stuff. AF rules, not those of the civilian contractor.
I'd be more annoyed by this rule if this base weren't so adorably compact. We can probably move the bulk of our stuff from the old house to the new ourselves, and bribe a few first-term airmen to help with the heavy furniture by buying them pizza and beverages. You could literally throw a football from the TLF to both the old and new housing areas, and a good NFL player in his prime could probably throw a football across the entire base, if he picked the right angle and had the wind on his side.
The base as a whole is really cute, very well-kept, and everything's fairly logically arranged and accessible. I think we're going to really love it here. ^_^
*One thing I do not love about the otherwise excellent TLF - the door handles, both inside and out, are levers, not knobs - and the front door's deadbolt opens automatically when you push the lever. There's no other lock mechanism. We've taken to pushing an armchair in front of the door at night, to prevent Mark running outside after we're asleep. He's extremely fond of the swingset at the mini playground between the suites, and constantly wants us to take him there, regardless of the hour or of how recently he's been there.
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Date: 2010-01-20 01:09 am (UTC)The wind's in the free-top, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.
Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!
Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him!
The wanderer sleepeth. Now soft be his pillow!
Lullaby! Lullaby! Alder and Willow!
Sigh no more Pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, Ash, and Thorn!
Hushed be all water, till dawn is at hand!
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Date: 2010-01-20 11:43 pm (UTC)I had to look it up for work at one point since we service Ent FCU's credit cards, and I wanted some background on the institution.
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Date: 2010-01-21 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 05:28 pm (UTC)(I was half-afraid someone would chime in with the one that ends "No knowing, no knowing, what brings Mr. Baggins, and Balin and Dwalin to listen and hark, til the end of the dark, to our tune, ha-ha!". That would have gotten stuck in my head for days.
I swear, Tolkien's elves were high at least half the time...)
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Date: 2010-01-26 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 05:30 pm (UTC)