Patrick and I, and our awesome family, all pitched in to finally finish the Kingston house, so it was liveable. It is sad to say that we lost a friend as a result of this house, but the whole situation makes me wonder if he was much a of a friend to begin with. For those of you that don't know, we have a little bungalow in K-town that we rent out to students. Our "friend" was both living in there and helping us "manage" it - but did a bang up crap job and the house was nearly destroyed. There were HUGE holes in nearly every room. The backyard was a forest, and there was dirt and grim, and GARBAGE everywhere. The place was a disaster. But is now fixed up (and looks pretty good if I do say so myself)…and most importantly it is rented out. Because it was such a disaster, it had been vacant since May - eep! One less mortgage to worry about. It still makes us sad to think about what our little house has gone through…it was our first home afterall.
Some bad news on the real estate front is that our condo sale fell through. We were soooo close to selling it…but the prospective buyers basically changed their minds at the eleventh hour :( Oh well, it happens I guess. Our listing expires in November, so we'll likely take it off the market and re-list next year…who knows what the housing market will be like then? At least we have a couple of awesome tenants in there (knock on wood), so we feel good about that.
Although I'm back in Victoria, Patrick is still in Toronto, where he'll remain for the next two weeks on course :( I can't believe how sad I am about this. This will be the longest we have been apart for the entire 8 years (9 in December!) we have been together. That sounds kind of pathetic, but it is the truth. I feel as sad as Beau looks. The little guy is so forlorn…his little face is so sad. I picked him up from my sister and brother-in-laws where he was staying (thanks again guys!) on Monday night…he was less than thrilled to see me…didn't really jump around or anything. Then, when we arrived back home he did a quick run through the house. Once he realized it was empty he sat in front of the door and just stared for nearly an hour. When it was time to bed he wouldn't come when I called. I usually say "bed time" and he runs with glee into our room. Well, not that night. I had to go and carry him up to bed. He then proceeded to jump off the bed every few hours and whining at the bedroom door, thus waking me up too. We both had a very hard night.
Now that Bella is home (I picked her up from Pet Pampering - $120 later…eep!) I think that Beau is feeling much better. He even played a little bit, and seemed to sleep the entire night.
When I brought Bella home, I couldn't believe how stinky she was. She seriously smelled like a farm! Despite her smell, I think she really likes Pet Pampering (which is basically a free run kennel). One of her caregivers even told me that she learned to wait for the gravy sauce over her kibble…I guess in the beginning she was eating her food too fast and missing out…lol
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On the way home last night I stopped at Michael's and picked up some stuff to make a Fall wreath for our front door - not including the door hook (which I'll be returning) it came to nearly $38 - oops!
I think it turned out ok…not necessarily full…but I'm keen on the more sparse and simple these days…and this is as close as "country" as I'm willing to get.
Some more pics…
When I left the house for work this morning, the wreath and hook had fallen off the door. I was worried that this might happen…I just used one of those sticky hooks that are removable. It didn't adhere properly to the wood door. Short of putting a nail in the door, I'm not sure how I will hang it. I'm thinking of sticking the hook onto the glass part of the door…instead of lower on the door as in the pictures. Hopefully it will look just as cute…and stay on better.
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