I turned 65 last year and pulled the trigger on my retirement. On that birthday, I watched the 2001 Action/Thriller Spy Game. A veteran CIA agent (Robert Redford), on his last working day before retirement, shrewdly dupes his superiors in order to spring his protégé (Brad Pitt) out of a
It was only a matter of time, I guess. My parents’ Whonnock farm where my littles spent much of their early childhood has been sold to make way for a large lot subdivision. I am sure those properties will be lovely. My brother let us siblings know and so Ron
We thought about felling many of the trees ourselves. But in the end we did not. We did our homework. We window shopped for chainsaws and watched YouTube videos. Had a sales guy give us pointers on five chainsaw maneuvers to avoid in order to dodge a severed femoral artery. Factored in Ron’s counter fondness for heights, and my old hernia repair which just “happened” to flare up and decided we needed to be “selective” with our DIY projects.
On May 10, 1940, the war broke out and the Germans were in Groningen before they had declared war.
Our house was woeful when we moved in at the end of April this year. Though the structure was sound the thirty-year-old cobbled, bandaged casework and plumbing fixtures were beyond salvaging. It smelled bad. We thought we knew what we were getting into. And intended to heed strictly to the
Where I try to recap the past month and barely scratch the surface…. House renovations are in full play. Tried listening to the real estate pundit advice to live in a place for several months and get the sense of it before tackling anything major but couldn’t handle the cracked
Well, we did it. Not eighty acres. One. One acre. Well, a quirky 1.25 acres in Armstrong. It has been an exhausting couple of months. We sold our condo in a whiplash week. Not expecting that. We thought we would have more time to suss out North Okanagan properties, but
I have a great corporate career and I am enjoying the benefits of being in its latter stage having earned good income and the comradery of people I have worked with and served. I have learned every day on this job from people who are smart and dedicated. And I
We visited this house in Mallorytown in 2013. It was not a typical build for this village or Ontario but this is the story behind it as told by David J. Wells in The History of Mallorytown – Fact, Folklore and Fiction. No ghosts here. Dr. Joseph Lane purchased two
Photos on real estate listings lie and lie. Fall is crazy is here. For us, work has shifted from a trot to a gallop, and we are engaged in time tetris to trying to build in weekend trips to properly property search. At first the real estate listings on our