Is there an online course for homeowners trying to make a home entirely undesirable, hoping to prevent a sale? I almost came to think so.
As I often tend to do right before a column deadline approaches, I wander about my home office for an hour or six, glance...
The single and most pleasurable relief I can rely on in the congested grip of the winter cold season is chicken noodle soup.
To be honest, I’ve had trouble setting up 30-year-old mechanical timers to turn my lights on at any given time, so I probably shouldn’t be weighing in on this technology stuff.
Depending on where you work in Canada, you might just find yourself stuck in a client’s home in the middle of a blizzard.
I admit that I may be a bit ultra-sensitive. I can’t even watch somebody putting in a pair of contact lenses. I admire those of you who enjoy a good piercing now and then. I’ll pass, thanks.
That begs the question though, are you a collector or a pack rat? A few years ago I came up with a simple quiz for my old weekly newspaper column, which I am updating here and now for your own benefit.
The furthest back I can remember, our garden sat at the far end of my family’s suburban property, along the rear fence and opposite the original single-car garage that’s still standing almost 60 years later.
Real estate humourist Dan St. Yves takes on the experience of buying outdoor advertising, and the unfortunate pitfalls that accompany it.
Anyone here old enough to remember Kevin Nealon’s Mr. Subliminal character on SNL? The gag was that while Mr. Subliminal said one thing, he then said (slightly under his breath) what he was really thinking.