Ryanpictures flowers, house, photos, snails
Homeownership is pretty neat, back in the day (say, February) I would get up on a Saturday, drop Kate off at work then eat cereal and watch cartoons all day. Good times.
Now, my day are all productive and filled with yardwork. Awesome.
While I was flipping sod or sharpening my axes or something, Kate was communing with nature (specifically this snail). I named Snail-o the Brave. Please note, Kate’s gloves are Purple and have a Delicate floral pattern on the back of the hand.
When we dug out the Ivy in the front yard, Kate informed me we would be planting Succulents. After going home and looking up what the hell those were, I decide it was a horrible idea and would fail. Turns out I was wrong. Below is a photo of one of happy little guys, I don’t know the name of plant and I don’t care. Its a plant, why would it need a name? Seriously, what’s it going to do…open a checking account or something.
This is the plant I saved from Kate’s all chopping ways, I think it is a Heather or something like that. All I know is that this bush is like some kind of swingers hotel for birds, madness in there.
Ryanhouse gardening, house
Still without my beloved internets, a few photos to tide you over. More to come.
Us, unlocking the door for the first time:
Our friend James helping defeat the Ivy:
Me, seconds before being offered a modeling contract for Gardening Aficionado Monthly:
Today was another beauty of day, we celebrated by popping into the Elysian Brewery and then doing some weeding.
Ryancapitol hill house
Well, with the help of a gabillon of our closest friends and minions we were able to relocated to the new pad in the Central District of Seattle.
Due to some entertainment with Comcast and minor confusion over where they and do not have the ability to provide interweb connections, we aren’t wired at the house yet. Which means that photos will be forthcoming, but slightly delayed.
We bought the place because Kate told me to we liked the neighborhood (about 3/4 mile from our old house, but quieter and what not). Since moving in, the place is growing on me. We get some healthy light during the day, the main floor is basically a long room (sitting room/front door) towards the street, kitchen in the back. I like it more every day actually.
For those curious how I am reconciling a house in the city with a mortgage against my previous dream of living in a yurt and becoming progressively more bearded, well keep wondering. It might have to do with my ridiculously attractive and sweet wife preferring a “house” and disliking using pine cones as toilet paper. Or God wanting us to be here.
It’s definitely not because of the Comcast offering blazingly fast speed and quality service.
Calling it quits for now, some Cheese Eating Surrender Monkey’s just walked in…need to split before they misconstrue a slight nod by me as aggression and surrender to me. That made no sense, oh well. Editing is for chumps.
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