Mary Bellamy

Last night as I was preparing to head over to Tamarac Knoll (the splinter commune behind Hidden Hill) for dinner, I heard a strange noise coming from the driveway. It was Robert, with his friend Maurice, starting to cut some wood. I do believe this means that construction is under way.

On a sadder note, it seems that friends Melissa and Ian have become stranded somewhere outside of Alberta as they attempt to move to Fairbanks again. The garbled message on my cell phone said their car died and it was awaiting an official diagnosis, and they were holed up in a hotel in the meantime. I hope the car is fixed soon and is cheap, because those hourly hotel rates will kill you. In the meantime, enjoy the Magic Fingers!