Isn't that a great saying? My contractor (Jiri, call me George) said it to me today, after he mistakenly took my son's keys, in addition to the set I had given him, causing some concern... I have those stupid keys which only the Managing Agent can have cut for me, and as she and I are currently at war, if I lost those keys, I wouldn't be getting any others any time soon.
The bathroom is dominating our lives, and certainly dominating our flat as the rubble and weird boxes grow and the space shrinks. We are down to the sofa and the coffee table, all other space is taken by these huge boxes.
Shall I tell you my restocking saga? Suffice to say that you better read the small print carefully. Some websites charge a 25% restocking fee - it's going to cost us over $200 to return the stuff we ordered that was too big. The pitfalls of the Internet! Well, at least we have all the right equipment now (or its getting here) and I feel that in 2 weeks time, we'll have this jewel of a room and space in our home once more.
Other than that, I'm still enjoying Life, but not watching any of the other new fall programs - they didn't seem to grab me. I am loving one new show which didn't get any media attention - my sister told me of the Israeli version first, but they have a sort of American Idol for psychics - America's Psychic Challenge (the first being how to spell the word psychic, as I misspelled it 3 times in a row!) The premise is in each episode, four contestants who claim to have psychic abilities compete in a series of tests designed to illustrate their clairvoyance, such as finding a man hidden in the trunk of one of 50 cars, correctly pairing up five brides and five grooms and precisely identifying a series of specific details in a police investigation of a violent murder scene. At the end of each episode, the two weakest contenders are eliminated, while the top two return to face two new challengers in the next episode. (don't even know who I'm quoting here, but they summarized it nicely)
DH keeps going - but they got it wrong, and I say, look at how much they got right. There was one where they took the psychics to the room where Janis Joplin killed herself, and the psychic goes... I'm getting the name Anne or Annie with the letter J. I thought that was amazing, and he's scoffing from the sofa. Some of the contestants are way off base, but some are freakishly accurate. As you can no doubt tell, I'm enjoying it a lot!
So it's television and renvoations - except for last night, which was the Candy explosion that is Halloween. I have to say that Tribeca does a very nice halloween, such cute costumes, and kids going shop to shop and collecting candy. Some apartments really get into it, and have wonderfully spooky lobbies, some shops can barely give out Tootsie rolls, but the restaurants are getting more into it, giving out far too fabulous cookies that the munchkins reject but their parents gratefully accept. Disrespectacles did it's traditional thing of handing the parents a glass of wine - very cizilized indeed.
We ended up having a bowl of pasta at Max's, a newish restaurant on Duane St which serves really nice pasta - and more importantly to our son, he got an amazing amount of booty, and loved walking around in his purple alien costume.
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