I’ve started to write this post several times but I didn’t know where to start. For those of you who know me well, you know that my house is affectionately known as Camp Bennett. This is because I have a back house that for the past 6 years been occupied by one friend or another. This resulted in a common area between the houses that was frequently used for witching hour parties, after work relaxing, celebrating, a gathering of our four legged friends and lots of debating. More than once, we have made up excuses to celebrate at Camp Bennet. A common reason was to celebrate the first blooms on “the big tree,” or the fact that we just had all the trees trimmed making Camp Bennett seem larger and even more inviting than usual. Of course, “Ashley got a new pair of shoes,” was yet another often used (and important) reason to have a gathering of friends in the backyard. It has been the site of genius dreams that we have watched unfold (Kickpleat, Homegirls, “I think I’m going back to school,” and “I’m moving to Cypress/Scotland/Azerbijian….” depending on the person) as well as devastating heartbreaks and losses. Needless to say it has meant a lot to me and I thank you all for living here and/or gathering here.
The back house is being turned into my studio. There are no longer tenants. There is currently a crew of ten men working here everyday to transform the main house and backyard into something that a homeowner would be proud of – finally. IT’s going to be better than ever. So I’ll be posting photos of the changes being made. I apologize in advance if you find this boring.
Camp Bennett is Dead.
Long live Rancho Garmondo.
That’s it for now.