nala and mamie high on the hill here at quisenberry lane at casa Sewalls, the finest in driveway living. we've learned how to turn on the stove and we're getting the hang of trailer life more or less. the recycling and trash tend to pile up a bit. the van has become my (josh's) room and the bar/lounge. the trailer is the kitchen and stella's playplace. stella's bed on the floor only has three surrounding walls, so when she wakes up she just crawls out. we're trying to learn how to play "beautiful brown eyes" on guitar and banjo and conley, travis' daughter has been accompanying us on harmonica and singing. we're almost ready to go on tour.
this is the gate decoration for the across the street nightbor, named bart. bart is the evil proprietor of a private golf course and is threatening to make quisenberry lane a resort destination. bart built his nefarious empire by selling golf carts. supposely we are also near the bittersweet alpaca farm, but i have yet to see or taste one.
not a bad start, a-tall. looks gorgeous there! except for bart, of course.
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