#257

Hello, everyone.
We have some new pieces on the website since I wrote to you last, so be sure to check that out. . .



I hope you all had a tasty Thanksgiving on Thursday, and continue to enjoy the leftovers. Here's a tip from Captain Hobo for enjoying your leftovers . . . you can roll just about anything up in a tortilla and eat it with one hand, leaving your other hand free to set a fire in garbage can, thumb a ride, or play the harmonica (not recommended.)
We celebrated Thanksgiving in Lincoln City on the coast with Jo's folks. We stayed in a trailer in their yard, which is their guest room. The bed is several inches from the ceiling, so I'm recommending to Jo that she wear a helmet next time. I tried to keep count of how many times she bumped her head, but it's difficult to count when you're nursing your own concussion.

-Dylan

I'm back!
Sorry to have been gone so long.
We finally have some new pieces listed both on etsy and our website.
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Our daughter will be coming home soon for one of the longest Thanksgiving weekends I've ever seen scheduled, about 9 days long. I say she's coming "home" but she doesn't call this house home. She calls it "my parents' house" since she never lived here. But we want it to feel like the home she knew before we moved, so we've transformed the craft room/ junk room/ guest room into something that resembles her old room. We painstakingly peeled the springtime themed decals off the walls and painted over the worst shade of pink ever mixed in a paint can, choosing instead a nice off-white. We put up a few decorations, and suddenly it became the best looking room in the house. To be honest, the other bedrooms weren't giving it much competition. Would you believe that our bedroom isn't decorated in the slightest? I know. I'm surprised too. It kind of looks like a room in a halfway house, without any art on the walls and a cheap particle board dresser in the corner. I guess after living and breathing art the rest of the day, Jo just wants somewhere void of all art to collapse and recharge. Our son's room is definitely no match for our daughter's new room. It looks like someone placed a bomb inside the dirty cloths hamper.

-Dylan

#255

Hi, all.
Here are two great places to find us: our website and etsy.

I hope you all had a memorable Halloween. This might be the last Halloween our son will go trick-or-treating. He's 15, so he's just a growth spurt away from scaring people into turning off their porch lights, which is how I knew it was time to retire from trick-or-treating when I was a teenager. Jo made his costume this year, like so many costumes before. He was a lumberjack, complete with a homemade beard and paper mache ax. Here's a picture. . .


This is the first time we've lived in a neighborhood that had an actual shot of attracting costumed candy beggars. We've always lived in places hidden from the road or off the beaten path, but we're in the suburbs now. The number of solicitors we've had ringing our doorbell in the last few months was the first indication that we'd better stock up on candy for Halloween. We did in fact get enough trick-or-treaters to satisfy us and drive our dog crazy, but the serious candy collectors went straight for the rich neighborhood around the corner. All the streets leading into it were lined with cars parked on both sides. Shameless! I could hardly find a spot to drop off our own group of kids.

-Dylan