I was amused by these signs (there was more than one of them) in a North Vancouver park’s parking lot. Since they’ve told us the gate will be locked at 9pm, both bullet points are entirely superfluous. Informative, though.
It’s just a bucket. There’s nothing in there to keep one’s attention for hours and hours on several successive days.
Or so I would have thought.
Kids are so strange.
We apparently made the appropriate obeisances to the kitchen gods, because some otherwise massively overbooked installers — they are all massively overbooked, it seems — had a cancellation and were able to take on our kitchen immediately.
(Pause here for heavenly chorus accompanied by trumpets and fireworks)
This is one corner at the end of day 2.
The pot on the counter is our biggest stockpot and no, we haven’t been cooking in there. It’s just there for measuring where the pot-filler faucet on the wall above the stove needs to go.



