Setbacks do occur. Serves me right for boasting about the weather.
However, consider this the formal warning of my incipient splat into a genre known by my bro as "house porn," with the debut of a column entitled "Ms. Dowling Builds Her Dream House." That is, it will debut (in September) if I write it within the next two weeks.
As you might possibly guess, the title is not my idea. It is based on a book and movie (with Cary Grant) called "Mr. Blandings Builds His..." This book (and movie) apparently contains nothing but chapters of reverses suffered by the hapless title character. I have ordered the film from Netflix in the interests of research. I am hoping that things will go rather better for me than for Mssr. Blandings, but perhaps I am too sanguine. Viz: the picture above.
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The movie is fantastic. Watch for the scene where Mrs. Blandings orders paint.
Jim Blandings: What about the windows?
Simms: I'm afraid there's been a little slip up. These windows seem to belong to a Mr. Landing in Fishkill. I spoke to him on the phone this morning.
Jim Blandings: Well, has he got mine?
Simms: No, he seems to have the windows that belong to a Mr. Blandworth in Peekskill.
Jim Blandings: Where are *my* windows?
Simms: Well, near as we can find out, they've either been sent to a Mr. Banning in Danbury, or a Mr. Bamburger in Waterbury.
Heh. Well MY windows are at the lumber yard in West Kingston. I think. But I don't have a house to put them in yet.
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