Home improvements

I'm eating chocolate covered raisins by the handful. They're not good for me. I don't care. I can't get fat for some reason and I suppose that's a good thing. Maybe not. I'm drinking Heineken. I'm listening to God Speed You Black Emperor. I've just finished my first week of my new job at Boston Scientific.

I'm thinking about our new baby that will be born in November. Martha jokes about it being a boy even though it will probably be a girl. She calls him Seamus and says that he'll be lighting fires, breaking windows and kicking people by the time he can walk. We all have dreams.

We had a partner from Minneapolis based Shelter Architecture (LINK) over this evening to give us some early stage design advice on bringing our 19th century house into the 21st century. Our house was built in 1889 and is solid as a rock but only has two bedrooms and I can't see Elise sharing a bedroom with Seamus. They'd kill each other for sure. We need another 500sq.ft pretty quick.

So the plan is to add two new bedrooms upstairs, put in a bathroom with shower downstairs, extend the kitchen, move the back porch out about 10ft, heat the addition by passive solar energy and overhaul the upstairs bathroom which is Martha's biggest wish. It's one ugly feckin' bathroom right now and she wants to do a tile mosaic. And yes, believe it or not, Polaroid photography can be transferred onto ceramic tiles that are then glazed and fired.
I'm minding Elise on my own tomorrow for a few hours so I better go and get some sleep. Playing “bus,” “octopus hat,” “cups,” “the bear is gonna getcha” is more tiring than you'd believe. It's also more gratifying than a cup of tea with your granny's fresh brown bread covered in butter, if that's possible.