alan j quinn

My office has an annual holiday decorating contest and this year I decided to go against the typical reds and greens and go blue!

The overall view.

Complete with gilt and gifts.

More gilt and gifts.

All wrapped up with a bow. Not sure if I’ll win anything but it was fun decorating.

1st Place!

Here’s some random photos from this weekend.

Cool structure. We visited our (hopefully) new place so I could get a better understanding of what’s holding up the roof…for the existing conditions drawings. Neat stuff.

How long does it take earplugs to travel the length of a dog….internally that is. I used these earplugs on Friday night and noticed they were missing on Saturday afternoon. Today they magically reappeared without a mark on then from Koda’s rear end. However, no amount of cleaning will get me to shove them in the ears again.

Happy last night of Hanukkah everyone.

Like me JMan is forever building or making something. His latest creation was a rather elaborate dog house for our four legged friend Koda.

He wanted to bring it into school to continue building so I took the opportunity to snap a photo.

Early days yet but offer in and is was accepted on a possible new place.

Contemporary split in Harvard MA. Inside is dated and outside need a little TLC but I happen to know a 1/2 decent designer. Inspection on Tuesday so we’ll see what happens from there.

Its not waterfront but its not far off it. Thurston’s Beach on Bare Hill Pond in 2 minutes down the road, that includes walking to the car are putting on/off seat belts. Its an easy walk or bike.

Thurston’s Beach is lower left, house is lower right and the Town Beach is upper right. For those in Ireland; its no Lough Ree but reminds me of Barrymore or Hodson Bay, just a mini version of the lake.

Not exactly beach weather but we did have the whole gaf to ourselves.

Even Koda got in on the action.

GMan is hitting the road…well hopefully not hitting the road but keeping her between the hedges.

GMan has to get in his hours so we went around the block. It was a weird sensation sitting in the passenger seat with my son behind the big round thing. I remember the first time I drove the dad in a car. It was the summer of 88 in Falmouth MA. Sure, I drove the tractor for years while working our small farm growing up in Ireland, but I never actually drove a car with the dad (Jimmy) in it.

So there I was pulling off the two lane portion of 28 north onto the divide highway part. It suddenly dawned on me that this was the first time I was driving he somewhere. I glanced over at him as I floored the Iroc Z Camaro I was driving only to see a look of horror while he tried to push himself into the none existent back seat. If that car had passenger break we’d have stopped on a dime. As it was I’m fairly certain he pushed out the floor boards. I eased off the many horses I had available to me and coasted to the next exit. Our Jimmy was not ready for a late eighties V8 navigated by his second born son!

Anyhow, back to my upcoming designated driver. He did great and I’m very proud of him. I’ll admit that a few mailboxes were rather close to my window, but he keep her on the black stuff so all was well.