Adventures In Homeshopping

This morning we made an offer on a home in Colby Village. It is large, 30 years old, in need of lots of cosmetic-type renos, fairly priced (if we get it for what we asked), and has the potential to significantly increase in value with these renos carried out. Fingers are crossed.

So we brought my parents along for their input - to point out anything significant we might have overlooked, etc. At one point, Dad was on his back with his upper body wedged into an empty hearth, shining a flashlight up the chimney. He noted that the vent seemed to be stuck, so he took to opening it. Predictably and hilariously, all of the ash and soot and dirt and chips of brick lodged in the unused vent rained down on him, along with the dry, decomposed corpses of a bat and a bird.

And me without my camera.

EDIT: Saturday, April 5, 3:10 PM... deal is done.
Thank. God.