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One of the simplest and best things I got for Christmas was a few prints of pictures Cheryl took while I was down in Olympia. I love them. I wish I'd had her take pictures every day.

Here's the stone and gravel pathway my back-breaking labor produced. Isn't it beautiful? There's the little retaining wall I made from a bamboo curtain. Believe it or not, all of the rocks you see there are ones I dug up out of the ground while making the path. The area to the right with the plants and the cute little Japanese lantern shows you where the original ground level was. To the left, you can see the, uhhh, interesting shade of yellow Cheryl had me paint her house with. Don't look at me like that -- I just followed orders and aimed the paint sprayer.

This is the guest room I stayed in while I was down there. The bright oxblood walls were Cheryl's decoration choice, not mine, believe it or not; I loved it, but it made me homesick for the Mercury. I think I'm probably writing a journal entry in this picture; I'm not sure what prompted the expression on my face. Behind me you can see one of the black plastic female half-torsos that I bought from the store that was going out of business. They're currently on my balcony, awaiting some yet-to-be-determined art project. You can also see the Folding Couch of Doom, which I slept on for several nights before realizing that the floor would be more comfortable. So, now that I think about it, would have the cabin of my truck.

Finally, here's the lovely little loose brick terrace I made with the good bricks left over after carting away two-thirds of a ton of debris that used to be a chimney once upon a time. The plants and metal bird sculpture were found in other parts of the yard, and I assembled them here. I trimmed back the ivy and even carefully wove it into the trellis, only to learn later that they want to get rid of the ivy altogether.