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Cool renovations - really!

The reno project is now well underway and, as is to be expected, there is the odd blip. I'm thinking here particularly of the one where the electrician guy somehow disconnected the power to my furnace.

Yes, I'm freezing my ass off.

Fortunately, the weather has been great - nice and warm, at least during the day. However, it still gets very chilly at night and that is an "issue" for me since I am still living in the house during all this.

As for what's happening, these photos show the progress.

Adieu, old kitchen - poof, it's gone

And so the old kitchen is gone.

In it's place, enough dust to make Hollywood destructo types envious. When I got home a thin white coating was on everything.

Some of the interesting and very confounding aspects of ripping up an older place are the oddities and problems hidden behind the walls. Like pipes where none were expected. Building materials and techniques that have more in common with ancient ruins than modern building approaches.

Much head scratching ensues.

But the work gets done, perhaps more slowly than anticipated or desired, but done.

At least, that's the hope.

Today is only Day Two. Many more will follow.

(In the meantime, it's an itinerant lifestyle I follow these days as I carry my Powerbook from place to place. I'm want to avoid hanging out at home during the destruction.)

Remember this kitchen

Beginning tomorrow (or more probably, Wednesday) the deconstruction of my kitchen begins. They tear it up. They tear it down. They put in something new.

They also change all my windows.

So for the next little while I shall be living in dust and confusion. A state of discombobulation. An environment of muddle and mayhem. But they tell me the end result will be worth with it.

I certainly hope so.

I can't stand this kitchen in its current state. The house is 50 years old and the kitchen looks it. I also think, when designing this kitchen back 50 years ago, they were high as kites. It makes no sense.

Well, no sense if you plan to cook in it.

But this will change! Soon, soon ...

Kurt Vonnegut is gone

"Life is no way to treat an animal."

At age 84, Kurt Vonnegut has died. I've been reading his books since God knows when. And I've read them over and over.

A friend and I use to quote Vonnegut lines back and forth and howl with laughter.

Actually, we still do. Over Skype.

Anyway ... Kurt Vonnegut is gone. I posted my own little ... whatever. Post is the best way to describe it. It's on my other blog. The post is So it goes: Kurt Vonnegut exits.

Slapstick, yes.

Till there are no strangers anymore

How could I resist? It's Patty Griffin ...



(By the way ... the song is "No Bad News" and the studio version is on Children Running Through, very high on my most played list. Also available on iTunes but I've no idea how to link to those clowns.)

Some days are useless

There are certain days that come along when, some time after it begins, you inevitably think, "What's the point? Why did this day even start?"

It's not that they are "bad" days. It's simply that they are without purpose or ... or ... anything. They just sit their like a useless relative.

Well, today is one of those days. It lacks meaning and it lacks interest. If it were a colour it would be a tan or slate or something else equally bland.

You know, as I think of it, it very much resembles a lot of televison programming. Radio too, for that matter.

Man looking for pants

You think you have troubles? How would you like to be this poor bugger?

Guy’s out camping with the family. Nature’s call comes upon him so he wanders off into the brush. Next thing he knows …

“Gosh! I seem to have mislaid my trousers.”

Well, it happens.

Of course, the truly puzzling thing about all this is … Where the hell did his damn pants go? And what’s going on in those Canadian campgrounds anyway?

This picture also argues well for the use of belts.

You know you have fallen among barbarians when ...

They ask what you would like to drink.

You say, "Tea, please."

They say, "Oh, we don't have any. We don't drink it."

It happens. Really.