hiding out in a forest of laundry

wondering how we get to be where and who we are

biking home in the hail

Cuter when sleeping

Thinking about training Meatloaf to ride in a bike trailer, run without trying to wrestle with his leash, find truffles, wear a backpack, climb mountains, hike 25 miles a day, sit in a canoe, and swim.

Which are lofty goals when we're working on potty training and bite inhibition at the moment...

Meatloaf

It seems like 2012 will be just fine - in its first few days, I acquired health insurance, got a big grant to study the effect of invasive earthworms on mycorrhizae that associate with hemlock trees, and adopted a Rottweiler-Pit Bull puppy abandoned in the animal shelter's waiting room.

Maybe 2012 is the year I become less itinerant?

2012

I welcomed the New Year and bid goodbye to the Old Year in what I really think should be the traditional way: buying a bottle of pink wine and some jalapeno corn bread from my local hipster Mexicanish restaurant, and finishing said bottle of wine while hanging out with a giant dog and looking at photos of the past year and feeling both sad and happy, but above all: no regrets.  I'm pretty sure there was some chard involved as well.

2012 will be different, and I think it's entirely up to me to make it better.

I didn't fall in love with Syracuse right away, but I am slowly warming up to it.  Fatty and I roam the neighborhood looking for windchimes and shadows (me, not him), bushes to shit on and fossilized chicken wings (him, not me).  There is room to dance around our living room and happiness to be found.  At work, there are dogs to adopt out to good homes, and good dogs put down because there just aren't enough good homes.  There are things to learn, people to teach, friends to make, and drumlins to "climb."

And cavities to fill.  And so it goes.