Home Sweet Home.

Some of you have been asking to see pictures of our house, and have intimated that the dearth of original shots on the blog make you wonder if, in fact, we ever did leave Canada. So I offer the irrefutable proof below: an original shot of our little hovel.



I know. What with the budget cutbacks in the last few years, the quality of housing has really taken a hit.

Jokes. No, seriously. Here's an exterior shot, which includes Merv's rear end.



And here are shots of our back yard:









And some interior shots:





Beautiful, no? Jokes. Once the curtains are all up we'll do some studio-quality shots of the domicile.

Speaking of curtains . . . I'm now wishing we'd got Nidal to install his lavender mirrors for us. Spent all of yesterday evening trying to get the hardware installed in the dining room. It went relatively well upstairs, but not so down here, where there seems to be titanium at random spots in the concrete.

Understand: hanging anything requires a master's in masonry. It's all concrete which, even with a masonry bit, fuses into a diamond-like crust when the bit stalls. And putting a hole precisely where you want it is next-to-impossible. The bit shrieks, there's dust everywhere, and to top if off you're working at dizzying heights. Ton of fun.

So anyway, the dining room was a gong show and I'll be thoroughly embarrassed when we move out and the painters discover how inept I was. Ah well. Can't be good at everything. That just wouldn't be fair.


Peace out.