croakies

We bought the house: crazy pants. We've been living there for two weeks and it is still a little surreal --decide at 10pm that you're going to see what the chimney in the living room wall looks like: get a crow bar and take it down, right then and there...
The chimney looks great, by the way; but the lath and plaster all over the living room floor still needs to get cleaned up.
Took the Newf running this morning.
Have I mentioned the Newf here? Before the house-buying, we went and got ourselves a Newfoundland puppy. She is 6 months old and not a natural runner.
We have that in common I think.
But she's pretty good, and comes when called upwards of 50% of the time, so that is always a pleasant surprise.
We did maybe just over a mile, down to the beach and around and then about half way back and she got tired and didn't want to run any more. Calf a little achy but not terrible, really about normal all things considered.
But yeah: House. Its a duplex. So we're operating under the hypothesis that it will lower our living costs significantly. Once we finish it. Because, yeah--the reason we could afford it at all is that half of it was gutted when we bought it. So I do a fair amount of house-related exercise: lift those bricks! Paint that wall! Or knock it down! Throw it all in the dumpster!
I can't wait for the day the renovation on the back half is done--we're living in the front half, and there are a lot of things we would like to do with it, but they're all waiting until the back half is done.