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Monday, February 13, 2006

I admit it: Mabel sorta scares me. Most of the construction workers grew up with her and spent more time inside than I have ... yet. So these creaks and groans signal Mabel has her own ways of moving, pushing back against gales of wind and shedding water through pipes embedded in mysterious walls. Clearly, we will take some time getting used to each other.

After staring at the drawings so long, I felt Mabel would just become home, as easy as it was to just walk over there and start living. But no. Not to anthropomorphize further, but Mabel commands respect. It's not every day such a huge (comparatively) structure rises in the neighborhood, and that achievement now seems to have morphed into something akin to responsibility.

And we do love living there. Last night, I was trimming out shelf liner at the dining room table (perhaps the only downside of ordering oodles of cabinets) and Monkey was surfing via free wifi that beams in through the living room window, and it occurred to me the scene was one I'd wanted to foster all along. Community, independence, work, play, companionship, ambience ... awesome.

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