well, i'm alive

we survived our move, just barely. i really want to thank our friends for all their help. we literaly couldn't have done it without you. we are now comfortably ensconsed in our new abode. some things will take a little getting used to. no dishwasher, (the horror!!!) actually, i'm one of those freaks that enjoys doing dishes, it's a challenge with the little one who hates it when i have my back toward him though. i think i will get him a step-stool. he loves the sink and faucet. he's like a drunken fool when he can dunk things into water.

moving came with a few casualties though. my camera died. boo hiss. we can't decide whether or not to save for an slr. buy a cheap thing to tide us over, or get it fixed. i'm leaning for the get it fixed but i can't find anywhere that has a reasonable fee for estimates. if anyone has any suggestions, i would be very grateful. i feel like my arm has been cut off without any instaneous digital action.
this coming from a former diehard film slr user.

the photo above was the last photo on my memory card on the last day of our old apartment. our new place is great, as soon as i get the camera situation sorted i'll document a few areas. my studio is a mess, it'll be the last room to get straightened. oliver's room is out of commision as his balcony door had to be replaced. i'm slowly picking paint colours out. gray-brown for the kitchen, morning fog, a pale blue-grey for one bathroom, and i think an oyster colour for ollie's bedroom. that way all his robin's egg and turqouise blue things will pop against it.

when i get a chance
i'm listening to;

black mountain
the arms
the microphones