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| Baby Gabe is working hard, but he wants to know, are you? |
My brother and sister-in-law, formerly of Capitol Hill, Washington DC, have lit out for the territory, leaving their city life and buying a house on 39 acres in the country outside Huntsville, Alabama. So far outside Huntsville, actually, that they are in Tennessee. The house is a beautiful, barely lived-in cottage that was custom built by two gay guys. Ideal. There is a cave entrance on their property, lots of deer and turkeys, a haunted church across the road, and a legend about a Bigfoot-style monster, the Beast of Bee Spring, who stalks the area. So, basically perfect. This local Bigfoot has a devoted cult following of people who assemble at the church every Halloween to wait for him to manifest, like a redneck Great Pumpkin.
I am very excited to visit.
And we are going over there tonight, just for the weekend. Yay! I haven't seen Gabriel in forever, or not since August anyway.
I am packing our things and we will leave as soon as Matt gets finished playing something called Whirlyball. I don't know, it's a company team-building thing, and it involves bumper cars and lacrosse sticks. And people think computer game development is not a real job.
Leaving town means I had to turn down an invitation from my tennis friend T to go see the new Twilight movie with her. Which I totally would have done, but it will have to wait. Oh Edward!
What are y'all up to? Have a good Friday night and I will check back in with you tomorrow, unless I meet the Beast of Bee Spring first.
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It DOES sound perfect. Sigh. And look at that little Gabriel face!! Kiss it for me. :)
There was a car down by the church tonight taking flash photographs through the windows. When we spoke to another group doing the same thing they showed us their pics with reflections that looked, to them, like spectral images of the beings haunting the old church. The church is more visible in the Fall and it's suprising how much interest there is in the place.
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