Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Briefly:

I have found a positive in all of the pollen in my air.

True: It looks gross, yellowy-green dust all over everything. True: I cannot breathe correctly. True: It's a little early for this, due to an unseasonably warm January, so I worry that the trees are too busy getting busy too early.

All of that out the way, though, my sore throat has given me the perfect rasp for doing a Daniel Plainview impression from There Will Be Blood.

Timely!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Good Night


On Friday, I had to say goodbye to the best adventure pal I could have asked for. My Golden Retriever Wesley was my sidekick from December 1999. We shared so many experiences, both good and bad, but he was always on my side.

In his later years, he had developed numerous benign (but cumbersome tumors), as well as arthritis that made it very difficult for him to walk. I slept next to him on his last night. In the morning, we had a big breakfast together, and spent time in the backyard sun together. He even mustered the strength to charge at our yard's boundary to bark at a strange dog next door. On our way to the vet, he ate a sausage mcmuffin with cheese.

Saying goodbye is the worst*. I managed to keep a happier demeanor when I was hit by a car and broke my back. It was worth it for the 11+ years of happiness he gave to me.

Good night, Wesley, and thank you.
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* For anyone keeping track, I don't know what the actual worst is, and I would rather not find out.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Hell-o! I haven't seen you for a while.

What's going on? It's good to see you again. I've got no photos or song links to share today, but then again, it looks like all the old song links expired, so that's useless, innit?

Life has been very bikey lately. I've got five bikes that get ridden on semi-regular intervals. My whole rhythm has been to want to go riding or plan trips to places to go riding.

Artwork is a place where I'd like my head to be, but I haven't had the energy or mentality for it in the past couple of years. Dramatic tension: Will I be able to complete a painting for a potential client, or will I panic and give up because I cannot reconnect to a series of paintings I did four years ago?

Now, though, I'm seeking adventure partners. I'm not Indiana looking for Marion. Dr. Jones' adventures are a bit much for me. I don't want to end up on the couch, though either. I need a Nora to my Nick? I don't know, I don't drink that much. Then again, with Nora's money, I could be persuaded to become a lush.

Either way, adventure is afoot. Make sure you have your bag packed, and don't forget your towel.

Lastly: I know it's been far too long. I still think you're cute.