camping, house hunting and hair
Kaileen and I have been back in Windsor for the past week and a half, having been kicked out of the cottage so that builders can come and stay while they build a deck. It's been a relatively busy trip home; we went camping with the Muzzer and the Brother at Wheatley for a couple days on this absolutely lovely site. It was completely secluded, with it's own little drive way, and no one was camping around us, so it was like we had the entire Boosey Creek area to ourselves. We played an alarming amount of Shanghai, and on a trip into town we bought a Beatles trivia game for the Father and took the liberty of playing it ourselves (to study, you see, as the Father would kick our asses otherwise).
After returning from camping I went onto mls on our neverending search for a farm that can accommodate our plans for a horse rescue/organic farm/B&B. The week before, back in Lindsay, on a day when Kaileen just dropped me off at the school and I spent the entire day on the computer watching Doctor Who (and reading hours upon hours of speculations for the finale*), I had gone job hunting for the Father. I discovered the perfect job in London, at Labatt brewery, for $35.92 an hour. So, with wild and probably slightly unrealistic notions that the Father would get the job, I began searching farms in the London area.
I can't even begin to describe the farm that I found. Perfect is the word that comes to mind. "93 wonderful acres of pasture, paddocks, woods, trails, streams, pond, deer, turkey & other wildlife. If you`re looking for a country property that`s an easy 25 minute commute to London or St.Thomas, this might be it! The 5 bedroom triple brick, Georgian-style home was built in the 1860’s & has been tastefully updated & renovated with wood floors, high ceilings, crown moldings & pocket doors, wood cookstove in the cherry kitchen, fireplace in the spacious living room & woodstove in the large master bedroom. Lots of space to relax or entertain. There`s a fenced in-ground pool, family fire-pit & 2 decks. Outbuildings incl a 24x24 concrete block shop with woodstove & attached woodshed, 14x24 livestock run-in, 64x36 pole barn with loft, a 24x36 ft fruit stand & fully insulated home office/hobby building with heat, hydro, high speed satellite internet access, phone, cathedral ceiling & skylight. 2 paddocks, 13 acres of hay and 15 acres fenced field." All this and more for just half a million dollars.
It's just so utterly brilliant. It has everything that we could have possibly wanted and more. We're going to go see the place this afternoon, and I'm going to take a billion and one photographs. Our only (and the most important) problem is money. Where the fuck are we going to get enough money for a downpayment? And what bank is going to take us? So we've started to write up a business plan, in hopes of getting the money from Farm Credit Canada. It is a slow process, but we hope to have it completed by the time we return to Windsor in a couple weeks for the family reunion.
I made the mistake of letting the Muzzer cut my hair last night. All I really wanted was my fringe trimmed, but she convinced me that my shag wasn't very shaggy and needed more layers. So I trusted her, and she began chopping, and fifteen minutes later my lovely outgrown series three Noel Fielding hair turned into something reminesant of his series one hair, but far more hideous. I think I began hyperventilating at one point. I began thinking up ways to lessen the hideousness. Should I just chop most of it off and get a bob instead? But no, she's put that layer too short now. So then I wet it, hoping it would tame some of the alarming bowl-like layers into something resembling normalcy. And it did, a bit, but it didn't hide the fact that my bangs were too short, and my bottom layers too long. An hour later I gathered up my wits and handed Muzz the scissors, instructing her to "just shorten that bitch, I need another layer there." And she did, and it looks rather nice and shaggy from the back and from the sides, but face on, something is very wrong with the cut. I've been trying to adopt zen-like qualities every time I look in a mirror, trying to remind myself, that yes, hair does in fact grow back. And I think that once it does grown an inch or so, and when my fringe lengthens a bit, everything will be okay. (I hope.)
As for the time I've spent up with Kaileen, and the adventures I'll have during the next couple months, I'll post a lengthy photo-filled entry when I return. I am quickly running out of time for things, as we're leaving tomorrow morning.
*Don't even get me started on the finale. I haven't the time, perhaps in another entry.
After returning from camping I went onto mls on our neverending search for a farm that can accommodate our plans for a horse rescue/organic farm/B&B. The week before, back in Lindsay, on a day when Kaileen just dropped me off at the school and I spent the entire day on the computer watching Doctor Who (and reading hours upon hours of speculations for the finale*), I had gone job hunting for the Father. I discovered the perfect job in London, at Labatt brewery, for $35.92 an hour. So, with wild and probably slightly unrealistic notions that the Father would get the job, I began searching farms in the London area.
I can't even begin to describe the farm that I found. Perfect is the word that comes to mind. "93 wonderful acres of pasture, paddocks, woods, trails, streams, pond, deer, turkey & other wildlife. If you`re looking for a country property that`s an easy 25 minute commute to London or St.Thomas, this might be it! The 5 bedroom triple brick, Georgian-style home was built in the 1860’s & has been tastefully updated & renovated with wood floors, high ceilings, crown moldings & pocket doors, wood cookstove in the cherry kitchen, fireplace in the spacious living room & woodstove in the large master bedroom. Lots of space to relax or entertain. There`s a fenced in-ground pool, family fire-pit & 2 decks. Outbuildings incl a 24x24 concrete block shop with woodstove & attached woodshed, 14x24 livestock run-in, 64x36 pole barn with loft, a 24x36 ft fruit stand & fully insulated home office/hobby building with heat, hydro, high speed satellite internet access, phone, cathedral ceiling & skylight. 2 paddocks, 13 acres of hay and 15 acres fenced field." All this and more for just half a million dollars.
It's just so utterly brilliant. It has everything that we could have possibly wanted and more. We're going to go see the place this afternoon, and I'm going to take a billion and one photographs. Our only (and the most important) problem is money. Where the fuck are we going to get enough money for a downpayment? And what bank is going to take us? So we've started to write up a business plan, in hopes of getting the money from Farm Credit Canada. It is a slow process, but we hope to have it completed by the time we return to Windsor in a couple weeks for the family reunion.
I made the mistake of letting the Muzzer cut my hair last night. All I really wanted was my fringe trimmed, but she convinced me that my shag wasn't very shaggy and needed more layers. So I trusted her, and she began chopping, and fifteen minutes later my lovely outgrown series three Noel Fielding hair turned into something reminesant of his series one hair, but far more hideous. I think I began hyperventilating at one point. I began thinking up ways to lessen the hideousness. Should I just chop most of it off and get a bob instead? But no, she's put that layer too short now. So then I wet it, hoping it would tame some of the alarming bowl-like layers into something resembling normalcy. And it did, a bit, but it didn't hide the fact that my bangs were too short, and my bottom layers too long. An hour later I gathered up my wits and handed Muzz the scissors, instructing her to "just shorten that bitch, I need another layer there." And she did, and it looks rather nice and shaggy from the back and from the sides, but face on, something is very wrong with the cut. I've been trying to adopt zen-like qualities every time I look in a mirror, trying to remind myself, that yes, hair does in fact grow back. And I think that once it does grown an inch or so, and when my fringe lengthens a bit, everything will be okay. (I hope.)
As for the time I've spent up with Kaileen, and the adventures I'll have during the next couple months, I'll post a lengthy photo-filled entry when I return. I am quickly running out of time for things, as we're leaving tomorrow morning.
*Don't even get me started on the finale. I haven't the time, perhaps in another entry.