Category: Casa Torres

Let there be Lights

Every year at Casa Torres there is one tradition I least forward to.

That is putting up the Christmas lights about the house. I typically fine them as a tangled web which takes time to unwind and check. Then I’ll most awkwardly move about confined spaces with a bulky latter to reach the heights necessary to drape them. From start to finish the process is dusty, frustrating and tiring.

But Nic and the kids love their holiday lights. Who am I to deny them?

Besides, when they do come on line I’ll admit they pull me in closer to the Season’s spirit and that’s not bad.

Fine Dining

I don’t know much about a heaven but let me tell you about my afternoon. I cut into the flank steak that had been grilled to just medium-well before I got home from my business meeting. Glasses of delicious water at the table, a Cider drink for her and a full glass of Red wine resting. Steam rose off the black beans and I crumbled Blue Cheese a top them vigorously. Baby carrots were an option and though I don’t care for veggies I caved and had some with a dab of Italian dressing. I contributed Santana’s Supernatural playing off our old Crosley CD player. We dined talking about the day as the light from the kitchen shifted from glowing to contemplative. 
Dessert ain’t coming because it’s a school night but you won’t hear me complain.

Perfect Imperfection

There are quiet morning moments when I look about my house and pout. I see the half-way finished projects, or the older carpets, the clothes the kids didn’t put away, the drought affected front yard or the dilapidated garage door. I despair a little. Then I walk a few feet, turn a corner and see the notches measuring how tall my ramblers are getting. I see dogs basking in the sun in spots where other past dog-friends made their own. I see the hand-chosen colour on the walls that she made me apply alone because the paint smell made her sick. As I move across the hallway I remember that fun night Nic and I (oh that’s a post for a different day).
There are perfect stories woven into the four corners of this imperfect home. It’s why we work so hard to keep it.

Who’s the Boss

Now some may disagree but I happen to be a pretty good manager of things.
Under my watch my clients are kept up to date on their home purchases, kids are picked up from camp, laundry gets done, dogs get petted, and I even get some time to draft snappy little blog posts to all y’all.

That’s all great but some of it seems a little empty when the Torres Family CEO is not here at headquarters overlooking…and though I am proud to see her travel for work I am looking forward to that moment she sets foot back at Casa Torres so we can chill and watch some Netflix together.

Fish Fire

24 hours ago…those hills didn’t have flames snaking down. The skies were clear and we only had the heat to contend with. Waking up to this from my front window is disconcerting but there’s solace knowing that there are heroes in the air and on the ground working on putting this beast down! Many thanks to the firefighters for being there the long night and for this next day to come.