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, November 20, 2004
Went out to the house again this weekend, as I do basically every weekend, and the house was in fine form as always, the ground on the other hand was a little less nice. A thick layer of mud gloouped about everywhere, and at times my shoes were holding a couple inches of extra sole from just the muck attached to them. This picture is of particular interest to Erin, because this is the garage where she will park her car. So the garage has been poured, and the door mounted since last we visited. What is great is that there are 0 stairs from the door to the ground. We had been worried about loosing car room to multiple steps, but its great, its flush, I like it!
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