|We haz bbqz
||[Dec. 1st, 2007|08:16 pm]
An expedition from Balmain to Moore Park, first on foot to Mullens St then by Silver Service Taxi to the Supa Centre where we entered Barbeques Galore and were immediately set upon by Upseller Thingy (we didn't get his name) who was most disappointed in his failure to convince us to part with an extra $300 for the same thing in a more expensive range. We parted with the best part of a grand today on a barbecue, utensils, citronella torches and a gas bottle. Mum rescued us at this point and played taxi for us to get the booty home. The bbq pickup happened a few km further south than the showroom, and we overshot the driveway on our first attempt. No matter.|
A three hour interlude in which I was worked mercilessly by Ali, then I came home to find yuriverse industriously assembling from the three boxes of parts. I joined in and in another hour we had a barbecue on wheels, three burners, hot plate and grill, trays out to the side. Then it was time to turn on the gas and light it up.
Again and again and again. Then it occurred to us to check the gauge on the gas bottle. Har. Empty! With a moment or two's thought, it made sense. You probably shouldn't keep several hundred full bottles of propane on the second floor of a large mall. So we have to get the thing filled and then we'll be ready.
Life with the kitties proceeds as normal. Last night, I knew it was time to change the sheets because of Weensie's fine black hairs tickling my nose. Shedding and litterboxing and horking on various surfaces were the parts of cat ownership I had missed least, but I wouldn't be without Dax and Weensie. Of course, they make it harder to go away for holidays, but even this situation can be turned to advantage, forcing us to get to know our neighbours and others who can take care of them during the breaks.
House is almost ready for a warming. We really want the bbq and some outdoor furnishings to be the focus, so a few weeks more will be required.