I, who am committed to rigorous honesty, cannot pretend to have taken these pictures. Nor did my husband, nor did any other of my friends and relations. But you can see how the light reflects in both photos, and the light of the laser reflects in the first one as brightly as the light of the fire does in the second.
|Photos from Canadian Tire online flyer|
I've always wanted an electric fireplace. I've done my time chopping wood and keeping the home fires burning when I was much younger and stronger. A remote control is now my speed.
I must admit that, just today, I told a blogger friend I don't like shopping, and it's mostly true. I don't like rushing through shopping malls to buy this, that, and the other thing for people on a list. I love the people who are there, on the list, but I don't like Christmas shopping.
So I have a remote control for shopping, too. It's a two-parter. The first part consists of my computer, and the second part is Richard Schear, my husband, who loves crowds and shopping.
Now, I had just typed the previous paragraph, when the fireplace arrived. It turned out to be too big to fit in Dick's car, so it was brought from the store by two wonderful women, our friend Bonnie and her daughter Lacey. Bonnie also brought her granddaughter "Zaffy" to play with the dog while she and Lacey struggled with the weight of the huge box.
Dick, who could have helped them with it, arrived home just after they left.
Thanks, ladies, we really appreciate it!
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