OK, we've moved....mostly.
Internet and phone are on. I'm good to go with that.
The oven/range/stove is ON!
I am so very good to go with that!
The construction guys are going to put the railings into the tiny little space I plan to call my own to paint/ruminate/think/draw/escape in are supposed to go in tomorrow, so I am much less likely to fall.
I'll show you why!
Nope, I won't cause blogger isn't letting me and I don't want to waste time finding out why, cause it's already tomorrow.
Odd things you discover in another land.
Toasters, who'da thunk there could be national variation. Granted, a lot of Canadian toasters have gotten fatter to let us toast bagels at home, and I think that is an excellent thing, but when I went toaster hunting, cause the man really really wanted one, low and behold, the toasters look really really different:
WAIT! There's the crazy steep railless stairs! See!
Now, here's the toaster. Aside from looking like a short wave radio your Dad had when you were a kid, and my husband has now, you may have noticed that there is only one slot for bread and it is very very long.
You see, many people here buy their sliced bread in an actual bakery and if you get a big loaf, known as a kilo, it is round. Now if you have a round loaf of bread that weighs a kilo, you are going to have some very big slices.
Something about this makes me happy. Toasters customised for different diets and countries. Conform? No.
Chuck has also been very happy, the new house comes with a cave, apparently meant just for him.
He isn't sure he wants his picture taken in the cave though.