RENO - a place we own or a gambling spot?

We received cards commenting on the blog an in particular requests for more in 2008. Well you want you'll get it.

Most asked for was an update on Nevada. Sorry - Mobrae Avnue renovation. Here's an update on a comparative basis:

Yes we've destroyed the front of the garden, spent a load on triming trees and shrubery to get as much light in. We did get rid of the etched glass in the doors. Imagines of the retired couple wandering past the door in the morning attire come to mind. They will, however, appreciate the sunlight even if exposes their unique attachment to flannel and wooly slippers. This of course would not occur during our residency.

I am talking as though we've sold this price (have had two enquiries already but nothing solid of course).

One may recall our fascination with septic septics in an earlier entry on this blog... well no mucking about here. We have a new one and it looked a oil refinery before being covered. More images come to mind - James Dean in "The Giant' dripping in crude oil - of course I'd just start running for Mr Hudson only to offer some design ideas to Dame Talyor - regardless the find would have come in handy.

Now some samples on changes in the main level. Not the radio - yes we have the lates Britney Spears album and I do like a little bit of a dance. Keeps the subtrades awake.

New propane fireplace due tomorrow which might make the gaping hole disappear.

There is also a picture of the kitchen - that is not me with the moustache... he's a great friend and a sparky. That is Alan in work mode - bless him

Well that's it so far - one large completely ripped out house - a bit like myself?

Not terribly exciting but next weekend I'll try to do another posting so you'll get an idea what we spend our money on when we're not buying SAAB convertibles or leasing Dodge pickup trucks!

Blessings

P&A

The Epiphany

Biblical Magi - well not exactly

Finally, and as prophets had promised, the events of what some refer to as the Holiday Season were done. I was sweeping up, putting things away and the little one was quiet; swaddling clothes are great for calming children. My beloved bethrothed was planning yet another popping in of a window. I interrupted in a blunt manner pointing out that we were only renting this manger and it’s was not a Maracaibo palace. I realised later that this blunt mode of speak would probably get me in trouble later on. I am, I thought, dealing with the Mother of God and one would think that she might have some powerful connections. Just say we don’t know the same people. Her people have been around far longer and know a trick or two. I dropped the protest about the window being popped in it is now very bright in our little Hundred Hills Manger.

Whilst pattering about in my sandals (they were designed by an Egyptian who convince our people to continue to wear them even after the Exodus) thinking of a possible vacation on the Red Sea doing some diving, mud skin applications and some pyramid sales a knock was heard at the door. Well it wasn’t actually a knock more the sound of a drum “ratatata” – my first thought was the 103.5FM had promised to revert to the regular mundane musical selection so what is this Christmas stuff? Next thing we’ll see is Karen Carpenter descending as an angel with an overbite.

Dutifully I went to the door – My Lady was busy playing Bridge with some left over angels – it was the only way we could stop them hovering and repeating Hallejulahs and Hosannas. To my great surprise three members of the ZZ Top band were standing there. They introduced themselves as various sizes of Champagne bottles. Peculiar I thought that they weren’t beer drinkers. I could understand Molson, Bud and Heini stopping by but these oriental looking band members had gone the extra distance.

I invited them in and upon seeing the child they dropped to their knees. What bad timing this was - I had only just finished sweeping the seemingly ever present floor dust and these guys had enough draping garments to clean up the Temple in ole’ Jerusalem. I got back to the issue at hand of being the host and offered them a cup of tea and explained that due to a previous situation the only alternative I did have was some fizzy non-alcohol stuff keeping cool in the cattle trough. They asked if I had cranberry juice and french spa water – they were so classically festive.

Having asked many questions, my Immaculate One kept everything in her heart whereas I was more the village all inclusive story exchange centre, I got a great photo of them with 1 angel, a donkey and a very scared lamb. Let’s think forward some one is going to have to put this on their Bible Blog someday. I chuckled thinking how clever I was with the creation of the new word “bible” – blogs had been around for years – you tended to get stoned to death in the village square when you had one.

We had planned to stop in at Baby Gap during our upcoming travels – we’d have the convertible, trendy clothing and blaring music. No one could possibly think we were escorting God made man. However, if you’re travelling with gold, myrrh and frankinsence well they are going to figure it out. Yes it may take some 2 thousand years but CSI Las Vegas will discover the meaning of all whilst picking up other clues on some Smith guy moving to Utah with his self help book, a guy that makes his people walk in circles around a black box (wasn’t that a rock band?) and break out to blow up and another guy with a pinache for orange. Can’t say religion doesn’t have some eccentricity in it. Note: CSI Miami is working on why older men in white wear red Prada shoes – it’s really caught them off guard.

The Epiphany has actually been my favourite part of the Christmas story. Most human with it’s story of journey and dedication

Always
The Boys xx