Ah, it’s May and that means tag sales - or as I used to call them in my former life as a Pennsylvanian: "garage sales."

We’re going to be looking for patio furniture. I’m on a mission to find chairs, love seats, ottomans, whatever might be worth the pricetag. I can’t wait and the reason is because I have a wicked awesome - or as I might have said back home: "a simply awesome" - balcony with a fantastic view of the neighborhood.

Ever since the snow melted and things have started turning green, I’ve discovered that most of my neighbors have lush green lawns, while mine is sad and brown and dead. So, I’ve been raking back there with plans to spread some pest killer stuff - Boyle told me I probably have grubs - and then later plant some grass seeds and see what happens.

The front lawn is a much happier story, except that having actual grass means that the lawnmower has to come out soon. Another good, happy thing is that I think there is a rosebush in the front. I mean, that’s what it looks like, anyway! And two tulips have come up.

Oh and did I tell you I’m painting a room?

Oh homeownering.