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A year ago I closed on my house. It is on a hill, with a hill for a front yard, which still makes me grin in a sort of toothy way after the flooding thing. There are garden beds and fruit bushes. Bird feeders and squirrels. Even that damn dog next door is pretty okay when he is not using my yard as his toilet. It is not the biggest house, but it is cozy. Quirky. We have a silly door that opens the wrong way into the inlaw apartment that we have yet to correct. The ferret room has one outlet- on the ceiling behind the door. Our furnace decided to crap out right before Christmas and we spent the bulk of Christmas eve getting that replaced. But it is home, my first. I can nail things into the wall and dig in the dirt and I love it.

And I share it with this rather nice fellow, which is rather grand.