This is an itty-bitty gripe about an itty-bitty matter.  Picayune doesn't begin to describe it.  But there it is.  It's bugging me.

Look again at the above sentence.  Notice the spacing between the
periods and the beginning of the next sentence.  Two spaces,
right?  Well, yes...take my word for it.  Two (2) spaces.

I'm reading a book, "Twelve Ordinary Men" by John MacArthur, and it's
wonderful, really wonderful, but it's also about to drive me smack
outta my mind, because there's not two
spaces between the periods and the start of the next sentence. Just one
space.If that. One? Probably. I keep hitting two in this paragraph by
habit and have to backspace. That's what I was taught many a moon
ago:  there are TWO spaces between a period and the following
sentence.

Not one.God forbid none!  Two.

I love this doctored photo.  You've seen the signs promising "I buy ugly houses!" haven't you?

Wel-l-l-l . . . .

Believe it or not, that's the new cathedral in Los Angeles.  Saw
on the blog from which I snitched it that a person who lives in the
area swears it's even uglier IRL.  Hard to imagine, innit?

The joys of having my precious poppets, Meredith and Margaret, back in
Texas where they belong.  I got to babysit this morning as Elaine
went househunting. 

Meredith isn't accustomed to the mouse (yet) but was getting the hang
of "painting" online, and vastly enjoyed the various kids' sites with
their activities.  Margaret preferred to follow a more traditional
path of low-tech amusement:

It's an interesting conumdrum.  OTOH, it's not illegal for an adult to hop a bus without telling anyone.

OTOH, when it turns out an expensive emergency search operation was so
much wasted effort because an adult hopped a bus without telling
anyone, it just feels wrong that the taxpayers are stuck footing the
bill.

Somebody, one feels, should be made to pay for this outrage!

The only thing I can come up with is, when the missing person is an
adult and there's no overt sign of foul play, the family members
reporting him or her as missing should assume the financial
responsibility for the search in the event the "missing" person is
discovered to be "missing" by choice, not accident or foul play or
medical emergency.  Then it's their lookout to collect from their rude relative.

Now that's a nice house Kirstin and Matt are getting! 

A bilevel backyard with oak trees . . . how cool is that?

The woodwork in the house is gorgeous.

The closets are marvelous!  Loads of storage space.

The kitchen is very similar to the one they have now.  There's a breakfast area to the left, as well.

Taking photos of interiors is difficult, but here's the living room from the stair landing.

This is looking down on the den, with the breakfast area and kitchen to the right.

And there is the breakfast area and kitchen, as seen from above.

From the den, looking toward the front of the house . . . Dmitry was goofing around, playing with the spring-type doorstop.

Granddaddy got to see Bryson, which was a real plus.  ;^)