Friday, August 19, 2005
We Saw Bronte; Bronte Saw Us
Last night, after a successful refrigerator reconnaissance mission, we remarked that our place is starting to actually feel like an apartment. Only a few more minor things left to buy and we should be good to go.
There's been quite the debacle with our $35 USD washing machine, it needs an exorcism. We turned that puppy on and it sounded like we'd just opened up a portal to the underworld. In a past life, this washing machine was a freight train. The laundry room is a cavernous concrete closet direct downstairs from the kitchen, so we get a good listen of what's going on down there. During the spin cycle, we had to intervene for the sake of both the neighbors and our own sanity. Never seen anything like it, but for $35 dollars it does get the job done, albeit in a mechanical tantrum.
Despite our previous glossing of the advantages of curbside consumerism, we've had a horrible record with the habadashery of obtained items. The bed frame was a non-standard size. Couch was just too damn ugly. The television had no vision. The fridge, didn't. But, like the cyclical Native American mentality, we giveth back to the earth from which we harvested.
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Shown here are some pictures of our place in Bronte, complete with a little housing tour movie from the good doctor - with sound! Will take a loooo-ong time to load for you dial-up users, being 13MB. No making fun of my outfit that day, we are (still) living in a laundry-challeged state. There's a sea water lap pool just a 9-iron away, which we will use in the mornings once we get the huevos to bear the cold temperatures at the moment. There's also this cute lil' model railroad that runs in circles on the park lawn. Word is that service might be affected by the upcoming metropolitan transit strike.
The surf break is a bit spotty during winter conditions, but has been acclaimed during the summer. This picture above is just across the street, the best part about it is that a majority of the people aren't even watching the Olympic road race -- waves were too good. Boogie boards and fins have been found at the local Salvos (Salvation Army) and word is that the world's oldest Surf and Lifesaving Club will have some used long boards for you wave-riders.
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We've got the Interwebs access via dial-up at home and broadband is forthcoming, providing my packages with modems / routers arrives after eight weeks of sea transport. Don't know what we were able to accomplish without it, but if you've got (or will get) a web-cam, we'd love to pantomime in vain attempts to communicate.
I'm thinking about my doorbell, when are you going to ring it?
posted by ncawthon at 11:20 AM
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