Saturday morning we walked into town to go grocery shopping. Walking along the causeway, I snapped this picture of several local fishing boats. Behind me at this point is North America's only Tidal Power Generating Plant. It's actually *gasp* a good picture, and I took it, so look at it.

The view of the water (I'll figure out exactly what water, someday) out Patricia's Livingroom Window.

 

Another shot out the Livingroom window. I believe those are the same boats I took a picture of earlier.

Patricia's Livingroom/fold-out couch. And my apologies for taking a picture when it wasn't made up properly. Also some evidence of her slightly crazy Tigger obsession.

 

Proving I'm incapable of taking a complete set of pictures without royally screwing up at least one of them, I present my finger. Beyond my glare-inducing digit, you can see Patricia's Diningroom/Foyer. The washroom's off to the left, and the front door to the right.

Speaking of the front door, here it is. The closet is actually made out of the remnants of a staircase, and features a bizarre opening mechanism that only I can figure out. Clearly I've been visiting for at least two days at this point, since the recycling box is overflowing with Pepsi cans.