my dad went back home to okinawa on saturday night. we took him to hickam afb and waited four hours with him. he was lucky there was plane he could catch since he wanted to be back at work for monday. husband stayed up late in the night prepping the living/dining room for painting. he taped the windows, ceiling and caulked the wall seams. last night he primed the corners.
i stayed up late last night with him. not helping, just cruising, reading the paper and eating ice cream. there was a strong odor, just like lighter fluid. i called the gas company's emergency line and a tech called me back. he said that maybe our pilot lights were too high and the smell was soot burning. they sent someone this morning and our pilot lights were adjusted. my whole gas stove scares me. it always has, even as a little girl. i remember my grandfather doing his ritual by checking the stove every time we left the house to make sure it was off. let me warn you before i post a picture of it...please try to remember that it is about fifty, yes, fifty years-old. back in the day it was pretty high-tech since it was a long stainless steel counter-top, stove and sink as one piece. i remember seeing an old photo spread they did of it in a newspaper. it really DID look nice. and, i know, the neon-puke-pastel-green paint doesn't help. that was my bad choice. i never pick good colors from those swatches. husband said he won't repaint it for me until the rest of the house is painted. so, it'll be a while.
okay, so that circle thing in the middle is a built in wok. i'm not sure where the big wok pot is. think somewhere in the garage. gee, makes me think i better go look for it since we'd probably have a hard time finding another if we ever wanted to use it. my cousin is a chef in new york and when he saw it he got excited. the gas man did, too. i'm pretty sure normal everday people would be scared of it like me...look...
the inside makes me think of the suction -suckers on an octopus. i guess only a chef or gas man could appreciate it.
other weekend news, we went thrifting. i see everyone's blogs with the GREAT fabrics/sheets and am so jealous. let me say, that i think people in hawaii keep all their old stuff! cause there is nothing nice out there. no sheets, no dish towels, no great finds. i realize it's in the eye of the beholder but i'm not joking you. and, things seem kind of expensive compared to the goodies you all bring home. husband even mentioned this too me which was quite shocking that he would notice the prices. some examples were a single old zipper in packaging that was marked retail for sixty-five cents forty years ago. they were selling it for fifty cents. i thought of all the toys angela gets for mere dollars and thought what's wrong with this? never would they have a cute doll cradle like keely's for four dollars. they also had a huge stack of pyrex pie dishes that were two dollars each. you could by a new one for four dollars at the market. don't you think the prices are kind of weird? by the way, it was a church thrift store. i'm a novice at thrifting so i have no idea. im pretty much sure hawaii sucks in the thrifting department though. i did find this pattern for fifty cents. i thought the blue dress on the left would be cute. i'm stupid because still haven't checked if all the pieces are in there since it's a used pattern. maybe i'll have better luck next time.
