Starting to glow

Sorry about the missed day there, but frankly I was just too tired -- and a bit downhearted, which I didn't particularly feel like inflicting on the world.

But with a productive Saturday and Sunday under our belt, the lights are on again, like these in our bathroom (which now has hot water and a flushing toilet, mirabile dictu).

Matt, the electrician, had said the crew would have to be on another job Saturday, so their call while I was at Strunk's picking up a cord for the washer came as a surprise, though not as much of a surprise as the one they got when they used their key, came to the house to work and set the new alarms off.

I told them how to disarm it, high-tailed to the house and we had a productive morning buttoning up fixtures. Chris delivered the pool equipment (which we used Sunday to vacuum, and which we installed all the hooks for).

Then balancing the pool, firing up the chlorine generator, figuring out its system controls (a degree in electrical engineering would help), fiddling with fixtures, sourcing Venetian blinds for the first-floor windows fronting the street. . . .

It was a blur, though one that included turning on the oven for our first hors d'oeuvre (quiche -- how predicable) and marveling at the new TV before vegging out in front of it.

Baby steps to domestic bliss.