Dude.

We had a lovely Easter weekend! As did everybody in Toronto, I think. You couldn't have a bad weekend, not with a three- (or four-)day holiday and all that sunshine. The universe simply wouldn't have allowed it.

Granted, our weekend was made infinitely better by something we discovered on our back porch. Or rather, something missing from our back porch. Let me explain. On Friday morning, our back porch was covered with all of the construction and demolition debris that had piled up since our last dump run (in February). It was, to say the least, a giant mess.

On Friday afternoon, our back porch looked like this:


It turned out that the roofers working next door were so grateful that we gave them permission to drop debris into our alley (apparently, lots of people don't), that they went and hauled all of our crap away for us. (We confirmed this with our neighbours later.) We assume they were using the pile to put their crap onto, too, which is fair, because — dude. Dude.

You should have seen us when we realised that all the crap was gone. We were literally giddy from the glee.

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It's been a little while since I blogged anything about the renovations (mostly because most of the stuff that's left are small, little things, and unpacking), but this weekend we finally put in the last big thing that was waiting.


The glass for the shower. We didn't have brackets for it, so we braced it with what used to be parts of our cheap Ikea shoe rack (I'm sure you know the one — they're everywhere), applied the silicone adhesive, and waited for it to dry. We have to put more silicone on — mostly for aesthetic purposes; the glass is secure enough as-is — and re-install the shower faucet (we took it off so Pd could seal the grout and caulk the tile) and ... that's it. The bathroom's done.

At the risk of repeating myself — dude.

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And finally: after four days of careful observation, I have concluded that this is what the cats do every single afternoon, between 1 and 5 o'clock:


Apparently it's a very hard life, being my cat.