So many ideas, so little money
Locally, the chocolate bunny commerce is at a seasonal peak. Two new “stores” within the kilometer, and I haven’t even been searching. We’ve gone in to see what the dream merchants have on display. Just knowing that I can have a hollow-body version of Homer Simpson, 300 g size for under $11 leaves me feeling all warm and happy.
As an added service to clients, you can purchase pre-broken bunnies; 250 g for $6.33 (plus assembly time, for those who are compulsives).
We were out for a leisurely breakfast in the newest “morning resto”, where my plate contained the necessary food groups: coffee, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, beans, creton, toast. Have I forgotten anything? Oh yes, slices of grapefruit, pineapple, melon and some other frutilicious thing that served only as a distraction. Full, with nary a pot to scrub.
I’ve learned that renovation means “out with the old and in with the new (more expensive version). Floors, doors, tubs and blinds; all are available to the dreamer. Someone (who deserves a mild form of electroshock therapy) has suggested to the dreamer among us that the resale price of our mansion will climb to the stratosphere if only we follow the latest tendencies. I’m not sure how I can fit a larger tub into the space available in our (current) bathroom, but there’s books out there that show pictures of the possibilities. I’m going to add architectural photographers to the undefined someone mentioned earlier.
The neighbours who had the pleasure of removing snowbanks from their lawn surface preempted have got down to raking with a vengeance. Myself, I prefer to let the ground dry out for at least a couple of hours.
