Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
I have so many great photos to post today, and this is just the first. The rest will have to wait until I get home to my high speed connection. As you can see from the picture, our house is shooting up like a bean stalk to the clouds. In just two weeks we went from subfloor to second floor and roof truss. I am just so excited. More to follow, and pumpkins, including a co-carved pumpkin of the Burninator himself, and many highly more skilled additions from Erin and her family, with whom I pale in comparison. Until then enjoy this one.
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