No sooner had the keeper come home when she let us out in the sunshine for a bit, and got ready to leave us yet again for an Irish dinner with dear friends, whom she says are the epitome of hospitality. We just have to believe her, since we never get to go to these things. But we were able to watch the moonrise from our window, and smell the neighbors' barbecue. We thought they might have been serving beef brisket next door. We weren't invited there either.
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