Life was quieter when
Attic Boy departed for India and Thailand but when he finally decided he needed a place to wash his clothes and catch up on his blogs, he returned.
He doesn't exactly have one home. There's Vancouver where two of his brothers live; then there are various friendly ex wives in Alberta and now we come to Waterloo, where he has a sister and two brothers. And me, his mom.
He's a carpenter and a few visits back he reluctantly invaded my attic goaded on by his sister, and he wired three rooms for center ceiling lights.
This is my favorite shot:
Funny thing, it's time to pick up more work to save for the next trip, but his sister managed to grab him by the scruff-of-the neck and he's busy building her a swishy laundry room. Swishy in as much as she will no longer have to climb over boxes of hard-to-store junk to reach the washer and now the dryer is hooked up to an outside vent instead of using that strange pail of water gizmo. Oh yes, and now she has a laundry tub.
This is our strategy for keeping him here with us as long as we can.
We always get into mischief when A.B. comes to town and this time we are trying to figure out how and where to buy a three-family property for us all to be close together and carry on with our fanciful plans.
Welcome back Stevie.
