Ropin' the Wind

Good ol' Rich has come up with the perfect close-but-not-at-all-right nickname for our neighborhood Garthwick. From now on, we'll lovingly refer to it as GarthBrooks. 'Cause I've got friends in loooow places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases the blues away. It'll be OK." (Needless to say, this is totally NOT the right vibe for Garthwick, but whatevs.)

We were pleased to show Rich and Leland around the house on Saturday. Leland is contemplating a similar project to ours (to which my brain simultaneously says "yay!" and "the horror, the horror!"). I believe Leland is the only person we've ever had over that recognized all of our seemingly random folk art. He must be one of us. Long lost peeps!

Thanksgiving dinner at Chez Leedy this Thursday—the first of what's sure to be many parties here, intimate and gigantic. Yee-haw!