So you're probably wondering if I've fallen off the face of the blogosphere... I haven't. I'm just mired in some loose ends and workland. On my last day upstate I was attempting a photo frenzy of the wee house and my camera died. Ideally, I'll be up again next weekend though right now work is dictating my schedule. What's above is my first lame attempt at a final photo and me nuzzling Tiborz new kittens. Good times. Please check back as I'll be posting some amazing photos real soon.

Today is my last day here until August, how will I manage? I'm going to attempt a final photo of the treehouse before my departure but until then, chew on these. Last night was clearly... amazing.

So it's a slow day and also my last day before I'm meant to return to the city to work. The house won't be finished but it's soooooo close. Kursten will stay behind to finish the rest. Tonight though, we're throwing a big party! It's Julie's birthday and my good good friends from California, The Court & Spark, will be stopping through to play her barn. Should be wicked. More to come...

p.s. we heart copper.

Hurray for glass.

Dad and Barb are here! No work today so we just kicked around. The gypsy moths are having a renaissance so Dad took to feeding them to the fish. The insides of the house are done and it's off the charts cute.

Last night we celebrated. It started with a ride in the back of Kursten's truck. Looking up at the sky I was mistaking lightning bugs for shooting stars. Twenty of us then rolled up to some new yorker art critic's house who put on an UNBELIEVABLE fire work show. The ones that look the lamest were by far the best. They ended it with a bonfire. Steve Martin was there... but we opted to go back to India's to have a party of our own. Last night was the kind of night that will make it hard to ever return to the city.