Mom’s house as it was being built. I’d send her pictures as it went.
The Great Tile Mishap, 2003.
I mixed up the bathroom tile. In the end it was for the best - the big tiles look better in the big bathroom - but I felt like an idiot. It required some quick runs down to the tile shop to get matching tiles.
As usual I tortured John with tile patterns.
There’s also a picture of Ballymahon, the town near where my mom grew up, in there from a photography place in Dublin.
Also in this month’s emails, I explained DNS to my mom. For some reason. Ah, I was writing documentation, I guess that explains it.
