A HOUSEWARMING.
With bandsaws and construction equipment, piles of scrap vinyl and junk scattered around the house and yard...it has been hard to feel very much at "home" this week. But throw in some good friends, a meal of local bratwurst, last year's canned relish and pickles, a playmate for Wendell - and suddenly we feel this unfinished house becoming our own. Our very first little place to call home.
