The house is really coming along. This week Allan replaced the hideous 1950s fake-chandelier light fixtures with some sleek, simple fixtures we picked up at Ikea. This was no easy job in an old house, where fixtures have been in place for more than 50 years. But our budding Mr Fix-it got the job done. We've also replaced all the gaudy and painted-over switch plates and outlet plates with simple white ones.
Last week we custom-ordered shades for the upstairs rooms (our bedroom and my office). They were really expensive and I'll feel a lot better once they're in and I see that our measurements were accurate.
We're already having trouble keeping the cream-colored carpet clean, despite using the back door for dog walks (so you enter the house on basement-type indoor-outdoor carpet), and wiping the dogs' paws after every walk. And this is before snow, mud and slush. We bought a big plastic runner to use during the winter, but knowing how dirty dogs get in winter, I'm skeptical.
Outside, I'm working on pruning the massive amount of dead branches in the backyard shrubbery. There's a lot of it and I'm doing some every weekend. I told Allan that all I need is the governorship of an execution-happy, oil-rich state, and I'm qualified to be president! He reminded me that I'll never do enough cocaine in my lifetime to qualify.
Starting next week, the leaf vacuum truck comes around! Our area of Mississauga, full of old, large trees, has this great leaf-pickup service. Everyone rakes their leaves into the street and a truck with a giant vacuum comes around the sucks them up. Cool, eh? I'm still not sure how we'll get the backyard leaves out to the curb. Our neighbours told us they rake their leaves onto a big tarp, then drag the tarp to the curb to dump them. I guess we have to buy a tarp.
Today we're cleaning, as my mother arrives on Friday morning. I can't wait to see her! She stays until Tuesday morning. The Thanksgiving timing is purely coincidental; we didn't even realize it was Thanksgiving here when we booked the flight.