In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
At the Dan and Eva Melançon palace in West Virginia.
The huge beautiful (and new) place needs some drafts sealed. But with a fire or the southwestern exposure of the glass wall, it's plenty warm.
Grandpa is reading a trash romance novel in German.
Cassidy is trying to get his foot stuck under me.
Zelda has been very ill at ease with the other dogs.
Yesterday I helped Dan tie down the large (but just $200 he said) tent covering his proto-workshop and sawmill.
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our palace lol
our palace lol too funny. the drafts are for the fresh air...yea, thats why they are all there, and we had the most incompetent contractor in the world. We still find the german smut novel amusing. The saw mill is finally together now too!