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Some big-shot from Washington DC has apparently bought the lot across the street from me, in between my house and the river/lake, and has, over the last week, begun the exciting project of tearing down ALL the trees in preparation for the building of his five-bedroom, three story dream house. That he will probably use approximately 2 weeks every summer.

It was a busy little weekend for me, as for most, but I probably did less socializing and hanging out than many. My primary activities included:

I've decided that my new standard for a terrific website (or at least consistently compelling content) is that, when I am going through the archives to read all your previous piles of insight and fun, I forget to blink and my contact lens spontaneously pops out.

I rule, and here's why.

Last night I made the alarming discovery that my husband, whom I have known for almost ten years, had never seen The Princess Bride.

I've been cruising about all day, walking my walk and talking my talk, and I am finally almost ready to give in to the nap fairies. No idea why I'm so tired. Could be the humidity, or the lovely soothing rain I woke up to this morning. It's just felt like a sweatpants kind of day all day.

Well, here it comes. This Monday, the media masses will converge on our neighbor Provincetown, to document the first legal gay marriages in the state. OK, in the country. Not civil unions, none of that separate-but-equal crap. Marriage.

My all-time favorite restaurant on the Cape is advertising for a sous chef. This is a great, high-end joint, only about two miles from my house. Call me conceited, but I could get the job if I applied for it.

So we made our semi-annual pilgrimage back to Syracuse (or, as my husband calls it, Syra-ma-cuse) last week. Naturally, we packed as much fun and friends as we possibly could into the space of two and a half days -- even spent one night visiting our old favorite haunts.

We've been having tons of people working on various elements of the house lately, in our naive quest for a garden. Yesterday, it was nubile young lads on ladders (ladder lads!), cleaning out our gutters, clearing away leaves and dead branches from the ground all around the house, and even toppling and hauling away one tall tree that was deemed diseased. Next step, the laying down of the topsoil, which will probably be next week.