On a house hunt

I'm in Kitchener.  I drove down yesterday, arrived around 4:00 after a largely uneventful drive.  The only thing to report is that the rental car smells like a hair salon: a toxic mixture of chemicals and cigarette smoke.  I played with Elias, Tamara and Greg's 2-year old son, for a while in the backyard, we all went out to Ben Than for supper (great Vietnamese) and then Tamara treated me and herself to pedicures at Medispa.  It was lovely.  And I have bright purple toenails to show for it.  Emily will love them.

I was supposed to view a house last night but cancelled the appointment after I saw where it was located - a very busy intersection.  

This morning we got up early and headed to New Hamburg for Ontario's Mennonite event of the year: the New Hamburg Relief Sale.  It's essentially a huge fundraiser for Mennonite Central Committee - every penny raised there goes to MCC.  For attendees, it is a day of no regrets eating wise because hey, every penny goes to MCC.  Where can the guilt be in that?  Yeah, so maybe some people eat an entire strawberry pie in a sitting.  Perhaps I ate my weight in Laotian spring rolls (yes, there are Laotian Mennonites).  We also got fresh donuts although I couldn't eat them.  If I was eating wheat right now however, I would have eaten cream buns and rollkuchen.

On our way home we drove around looking for anything else promising for housing and actually found something.  I'm viewing it at 2:30 and have high hopes!  Greg will be doing the negotiating so even if it doesn't work out, it will at least be extremely entertaining.  Greg loves to negotiate.  He lives for a bit of conflict.  He really should have been a Turkish market vendor or something similar.

More later.