Another Brilliant Plan Crushed Beneath the Wheels of Life

I really did plan to have some photos of the inside of the house to show you today... I really did. But the deadline on our rush project got bumped up another three days, and I ended up working this weekend instead of unpacking. And for some reason, when I got home from work yesterday, I was not filled with motivation to unpack. The sofa was assembled, and free of boxes, and that was all I really wanted out of life at the time.

I did end up unpacking one box last night... the box of DVDs and video tapes, since I could do that while lying on the floor (fulfilling another of last night's life-goals) yelling at the TV (thing about hockey teams is that sometimes they have to be reminded that the point of the game is to get the puck IN the net. No, not the net behind your goalie, the OTHER net. With the OTHER team's colors in front of it. Do I have to drive up there and show you myself?), but all the other items left to unpack are Hard. It will require Thinking to determine where they go.

Screw that.

Tell Me Again Why Moving Sounded Like a Good Idea...

I am here. My stuff is here. Big piles of stuff. Mostly books and tea.

Also, I fixed it so those of you without Google accounts can leave witty remarks, too.

Now I Just Need Stuff to Put in It

I finally have a place to live. Thank Heavens. I am so sick of looking at lousy rental properties. This one is pretty nice, though. It's a house. Here it is:

Look! TWO garage doors. For TWO vehicles to go in. Two. That's more than one. Pretty nifty, huh? The one on the right even has a garage door opener. I could open and close that thing all day...

Simple minds, simple pleasures.

Here is the back porch. There's a toad living in it. He has a little hole in the little strip of garden inside the porch. When I watered the flowers there, he hopped out and went looking for a bush to hide under. Luckily for him there is something dark purple and leafy in there, too. I don't have a picture of him. On account of the dark purple leafy stuff being in the way.

This is the backyard. Being watered. I watered the lawn. How very growed up of me. I have never had to water a lawn on my own before. It occurred to me at this point that I really have no idea how to do it. Yes, I have a pretty good grip on the basic concepts involved, but the actual application thereof is a little lost on me.

Gravel doesn't require watering.