I figured that since we live on an army post, and one of us actually serves in the army, we neede a flag. I kept putting it off, telling myself that once we move to a real duty station we'd get one. And then of course, I read this blog post and totally agreed with her reasons not to have a flag, so we haven't had one.
But it seems like our time here is never ending, and rather than waiting for a day that may never exist (we can't live here forever, right!?) and enjoying every day, even if that means we have to unscrew a bracket before we move, I bought a flag.
I was so excited to come home and hang it, only to discover that the one post on our porch is steel, unlike the other houses that have 3 wooden posts.
So no flag that day.
The next day, I was so smart and I went to the hardware store and bought 2 metal drilling drill bits (ok, I wasn't SO smart because I forgot to bring the screws with me to know what size to get), and I borrowed the neighbor's drill again, and the LT went out to hang it aaaannd... the bits were too small.
No flag that day.
Today I found a set of black oxide drill bits in various sizes, dead set on hanging that flag today, on FLAG DAY of all days. And of course as soon as I got home, we got hit with a mocro-burst and it poured down rain for an hour or so.
Finally the LT was able to go out, and after much hard work drilled 3 large holes into the thick steel and got that flag hung. I was SO happy.
It really makes my heart swell to see that dancing in the breeze.
And then it rained again. So I had to take it down.
But I can proudly say that we had a flag hanging from our home for at least an hour on flag day.