A-Shelving We Will Go

Lisa has had a bad experience with Ikea in the past, but it was primarily eating in their cafeteria, not with their furniture, and after examining the Billy bookshelves I brought up from California on my past trip, she asked me to buy a couple more of the same kind (the medium-brown finish). But when I went to the store to buy them, I found that for the brown and black finishes, Ikea has switched to Chinese sources for the wood. The white-finish shelves are still from Sweden, and they cost less, so after checking with Lisa, I bought three of them and transported them to Fernley on this load.

( Fireplace shopping and furniture assembly )

Speaking of heavy things, the washer and dryer from Lowe's are scheduled for arrival sometime today. We won't be able to connect them until the additional plumbing and electrical work is done, which may be a while because we're basically running out of money for this year. It would have been so much easier if we'd been able to buy the house for our original bid instead of $15,000 more than that.

Halloween Night

Fernley House is too far off of the current beaten path of housing in Fernley, and the streets around it too unlit, to attract trick-or-treaters, it seems. There is, however, around the corner, a photography studio that is holding a Halloween food drive with their staff in costume, and with lots of neat decorations around the property. A community church a few blocks south is holding a festival that appears to be more along the traditional lines, rather than the idiotic "Jesusween" style anti-Halloween events. We didn't go in, but we could see plenty of costumed kids and adults beyond the ticket line.

Kuma Bear got in costume and wanted to go out trick-or-treating. Even though he's now old enough to fill out his own keno cards, he looks younger.

( Dangerbear! )

We told Bear that people don't give out salmon treats, or even bags of Goldfish crackers, at Halloween. Bear was most disappointed.

We did take Bear for a walk while carrying a sack this evening; however, it was a bag for bringing home a gallon of milk from the Quik-Mart down US-95A. We returned calls of "Happy Halloween" from other people walking and driving by and tried not to be too concerned by the drunken lout calling obscenities as he drove past.

I asked Lisa if she wanted to get back into our costumes and go down to the little fun fair at the church and she declined, saying that she didn't feel up to it. She's spending the evening showing off her Halloween build she made inside ActiveWorlds