Thoughts along the way...

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Oh, to be young again…

Yeah, I know – it’s been waaaaay too long. To many things happening too fast to be able to take the time and create meaningful content for my dear readers. So I’ll take a cheap shortcut to a thousand word essay about the latest thing to happen in our lives: meet (Cosmic) Charlie.

Head-on, looking up from ground level, wide-angle portrait of a happy puppy with a toy in her mouth.

Not sure who’s rescued whom. This six-month pile of puppy energy has turned the household topsy-turvy, from toys to timing. First up, last to bed, and in need of lots of attention, especially tug-of-war attention.

As to who’s doing the rescuing, it’s been fascinating, and rewarding, to see our older pooch, who has been almost the opposite as far as energy and play, slowly coming out of her lethargy and doing things because Charlie’s doing it.

This will have to do for now. More to come…sooner, I promise!

(Here are the two of them pondering damage to a garden stake:)

Two dongs playing on the grass with a garden stake.

A lovely sign

Yesterday I got some bad news, which led me to take a walk. Talking to the pooch on walks is a great way to process things. We really should walk more – she’s a great listener.

At any rate, it was a perfect day for a walk. Sunshine, cool temperature, and the blooms… We’re past peak for some things, but coming in to my favorites. And just in the last few days, they popped.

It was a special treat to see these in the neighborhoods…a taste scent from home.

Going Metric

After another 584,058,562 miles, it occurs to me the numbers would look less impressive if I go metric. So, now, with another 939,951,143.17 kilometers under the belt, it’s only a cumulative 54,517,407,850 km. Compared to last year at this time, the number is smaller, even if the distance is the same.

Here we go again…

Kick the tires and check the oil

After 33,307,137,180 miles, it’s that time again to schedule a visit into the shop to kick the tires, check the fluids, and adjust levels. No major breakdowns (knock wood), but I have been hearing some strange noises from the joints and transmission lately.

As we go around yet again…

Seasonal switch

It’s that time of year, when the air gets brisk, the colors come out as the leaves come down. For me, I know it’s fall when I start making the soup. Split pea with carrots, celery, onion, and some ham.

Steaming hot crock of pea soup, ready for the ladle.

As I upload the photo it occurs to me: life is strange. I have an eight-month drought on the Blurg, then a few thousand words and a pot of soup.

(I’m sure this was exactly the kind of moment of connection Cerf envisioned when he invented TCP/IP.)

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