our house, through the eyes of jasper

Thanks to everyone who came out to Take a Dump! Pics to follow. The group was a fabulous mix of old-timers, newcomers and of course, Rashmanga and the Châteauvians.

Received a lovely email from an even lovelier individual, which I felt compelled to share with our amazing legion of good-time-lovers:

good afternoon L,

there is a scene common to many woody allen movies that always gives me a warm comfortable feeling. at some point during the movie, at some crazy hour when woody and his love interest du jour, someone realizes that sleep is creeping away from them or someone makes a telephone call to see what the other is up to at the aforementioned ungodly hour, and cut to the next scene where woody and pals are gathered around a large table in some swinging restaurant and they are eating and downing wine and chatting about love, plays, murder mysteries on the brink of unfolding, and anything goes. the table always seems to spin as if it was on a large lazy susan but it's just camera trickery i'm sure.

it took me some time but what i wanted to say was this:

as i stood on your porch looking in for a moment before i rang the doorbell, i could see what kind of home you lived in. it looked warm and inviting and i could see you down the hall in the dining room with your hand on someone's shoulder and a smile on your face. and it felt the same way when i entered. i always feel shy about meeting new people, especially by the loadful, but everything was cool. just genuine, decent, intelligent people gathered to eat and talk and laugh. i had such a relaxed calm night.

and if you could do me a favour, i neglected to say thank you and good night to Monsieur Bonhomme. would you please extend that for me?

happy travels and safe return
bye for now
J

Truly the sweetest compliment we could ever hope for -- and the best part is that we barely made an effort! Everything's just that much easier when you surround yourself with good people -- and you can never know too many.