Asheville

We're blogging on the road, from our nifty little cabin in Asheville. It's a really lovely place, up in the trees (kind of a heart attack of a driveway, up up up!), with all sorts of charm.

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Grandmother chose this picture from the file for your delectation. I was trying to clip Iain's nails, but he had other ideas. Note the hat. Must wear the hat because you can't get your manicure without fuzzy ears. That's a fact. Everyone knows that.

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Last night we ate dinner at a fabulous little restaurant that I think was constructed out of a trailer but has been made to look very fancy, with a covered porch (where we sat) and a more intimate inside area. I had benne-crusted seabass (hold your comments about sustainable fish, please) and Mother and Daddy had greek food (lamb gyro with pita and tsatsiki and a really nice salad plus this little zucchini fritter that was clearly a ball of culinary crack disguised as a vegetable). Yurm.

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You can tell that NC is a battleground state, though. At one table were two women covered in Obama stickers, at the other side a very grumpy looking man who had Republican written all over him. He seemed deeply irritated, while they seemed cheery as a chipmunk in springtime. I guess that's a sign of how much things have changed in NC.

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Later, we're heading into town to play in the art galleries and have lunch. Tonight, Charles returns from SC with his friend Devin, and we'll all hang out and listen to Devin talk about the economy (he's getting a PhD in Econ from Clemson, so he's our resident expert these days).