We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Last time I did something like that in the Sierra, a black bear nearly came in the front door looking for chow. He ran off, but reluctantly, and it's probably a good thing there were about six of us or he might not have left.
Looks great, Gwynn. I note the steeply-angled roofs, which only means one thing. And I'm guessing the only contact you'll have with animals are those pesky racoons.
Hopefully that last sentence won't be going under the heading "Famous Last Words".