As work continues on the renovation of VanRamblings’ Co-op condominium apartment — drywalling, tiling and grouting in the bathroom (no use of the ‘facilities’ today, oh me oh my), as replacement panels are affixed to the ceiling (they have to be ‘built’ first), and ‘boxes’ are constructed to house ‘the new piping‘ installed throughout the apartment (after which said boxes are puttied up ready for sanding later this week), with all the concomitant banging, drilling, and covering of almost the entirety of the contents of our home in plastic — we have taken our leave of Chez VanRamblings these late sunny August days to explore our Kitsilano neighbourhood.
Upon our arrival home from our journeys each day, on the recommendation of the inimitable J. B. Shayne (that’s him on the left, and a svelte VanRamblings on the right), we have set about to download new lustrous music. Today, we ‘acquired’ The Books’ new CD, The Way Out. Thus far, in the initial couple of listens, we are intrigued with this trippy art / folktronica collage. At MetaCritic, with a Metascore of 81 / 100, The Books’ latest emerges as one of the most critically acclaimed albums of the year.
This early week has brought beautiful west coast weather, the mean temperature 75° Fahrenheit or 24° Celsius, with a perfect cooling breeze taking the sting out of the midday sun (of course, we’ve been wearing our new Neutrogena sunscreen — having ‘lost’ our Vichy sunscreen at the Halifax Stanfield Airport last Wednesday — and our new Frenchy’s cap).
Tonight we’re off to dinner with a friend, to return later in the evening, when we’ll attempt to make sense of the clutter in our beleaguered apartment, and do our best to at least begin the process of bringing order to the chaos that has ensued as a consequence of the ongoing re-piping of our the entire Co-op building in which we live. Have to say, though, that Cambridge Plumbing are doing a superb job, and keeping ‘the mess’ to a minimum (it’s just that we like to kvetch … but, really, it’s not that bad).
