It turns out that my prediction that the kitchen floor would be finished this past weekend was a bit premature. Fitting trim on out of square, wonky old walls, repairing holes in floors, and cutting tiles to fit around floor registers and into closets needs to be carefully executed. Attila finished the dining area, and… Continue reading The Last Tomato, Marco Polo, and Chip n’ Dale
Author: Maggie Turner
Every Day Is A Good Day When You Aren’t Going Bald
Renovating is a bit like holding your breath. Life as we know it is suspended during a renovation project. The flow of the house is altered, temporary compensations must be made, and when the project is done, a new normal has to be established. There is a state of flux until the last lick of… Continue reading Every Day Is A Good Day When You Aren’t Going Bald
Somtimes I Wish I Was Funny
Sometimes I wish I was funny. I appreciate funny. I like funny. I am not usually funny. Sometimes I wish I was witty. I appreciate witty. I like witty. I am not usually witty. I have my moments of course, but funny and/or witty are not the tools I use to cope with the woes… Continue reading Somtimes I Wish I Was Funny
Another Meeting
Our neighbours have enlisted all who live here to attend another Council meeting to object to using our short little street, with no verges, as a construction road while developing a rental complex at the end of the street. They have the option to access this property from a well surfaced highway, built for such… Continue reading Another Meeting
A Wee Bit Of Melting Snow
Looking out the window this morning, at first light, I could see snow mixed with the spitting rain. I rose from my chair to get a better look out of the window. The white flakes melted on contact with earthly surfaces, no accumulation today. In the ash tree outside the window, a beautiful Blue Jay… Continue reading A Wee Bit Of Melting Snow