(Nothing But) Flower House

Long overdue: pictures of our new house. This is incomplete because one of the bedrooms is still brimming with boxes, but it otherwise gives a fairly solid idea of where we've been hanging our metaphorical hats. Note that it's the relative dead of winter, so plants are not their normal vibrant green selves. I also had the misfortune of taking these on an overcast day, so everything has that lovely dead hue to it. Basically, look at these pictures, and then imagine brighter, better ones, and you'll get the idea. The front yard:

Ah, lovely, the hedges trimmed to perfect 83 degree angles. The greenery in front of the house obscures the front door and keeps the blazing sun out of our living room window; very nice. And to the right, what's that?

Yep, our very own orange tree. So far its primary function has been to supply our lawn with perfume when I run over its fruits with the mower, but Beck has been munching on them of late and swears they're super sweet. Fun stuff. Even I(saac)PJ approves:

Shot from the driveway and another view of the front of the house from there:

And here's the front porch / front door:

Step on through and the first thing you see is a little window shot into the kitchen via the bar:

And walk a little to your right and you see the living room / dining room:

Which, in case you didn't notice, is the home of the dog beds:

The kitchen, and its view of the front door:

The study and guest bedroom:

Our cavernous and largely unfurnished bedroom:

And finally, the backyard / pool:

And what the hey, you made it this far - why not some flowers for the flower house?

So as you can see, we're pretty sparsely furnished and decorated but getting there. It's very nice having our own home - with all the psycho roommates, stolen deposits, urine-soaked window screens, Katrina refugees, etc. we've endured over the years, it's good that we're the bosses now. And slightly terrifying, of course. But so it goes.

ALright, bedtime for me. Lotsa work tomorrow. Stay tuned for Beck's non-practice Thursday, our Fish & Dreamland date, and a really nice though sick and sleep-deprived Sunday. Ultimate playoffs for men's league are tomorrow, but the forecast calls for rain, and given those crappy grassless fields, it may get called off. So you may or may not get treated to that as well. Until then, I'm still sniffly and coughing, so it's time for a little big N little y big friggin' Q...