Pictures from Oscar’s 2nd day with us.
It’s now 2019 and The Citadel is long gone, but its spirit lives on here. We have a new fuzzy kitten. We have excellent digital cameras. We have a website. Prepare to be bombarded with the return of the Kitten Pic of the Day.
This is a sad post. It may not affect you as much as me, of course, but nonetheless, be warned, this is not a post with a happy subject or ending.
Just writing the title caused me to break down for a good ten minutes.
Long Ago, and Far Away
In the forested hills of Northern California, there lived a cat who had a litter of kittens. I never knew her. Her kittens, or one of them at least, ended up at the humane society in Humboldt County. A lonely 22 year old student, overworked and struggling, decided he needed a friend and had the funds necessary to adopt a cat.
I’d always had a cat as part of my life since I was born. When I turned 17 and moved off to college, for the first time, there were no pets in my daily routine. The cats my family had when I was home had all died off. It was time to get a cat of my own.
Now that I’ve gone a month since deactivating Facebook or using its services, what’s changed? What hasn’t? Do I like those changes?
The night before Inauguration, I decided it was time to deactivate Facebook. I don’t know if this will be a permanent change or something more fleeting, but if nothing else, it will be an interesting experiment. Why?
We feel happy… we feel HAPPY… Seriously, we aren’t dead. The last two months have been insane. There’s a big post coming, but it’s a happy one with lots of pictures and stuff. Hang tight. –B
I haven’t written a lot about fitness lately. Actually, I haven’t written much about anything lately. Work’s been insane, but that’s not the real reason I haven’t written.
I’ve learned a lot about myself on my many cycle rides over the past few years: how far I can push myself before my legs give out, how anger at the wind can drive me to overcome it, how much I value (and need) the serenity of a quiet morning with just the sound of bike tires and birds. I’ve also learned a lot about other people, though the teachings haven’t been nearly as positive (or as much fun for me.) I found that Duncan Hospitality can leave a lot to be desired.
It’s been six weeks since I went over our garden plans. Now that spring has arrived, it’s time to check in and see how things are progressing!
[My poor little garlic shoots are snowed under, except for this one hardy fellow.]
Our birds and plants have absolutely no idea what’s going on. In early January, we were bathed in 70 degree temperatures and covered by clear, sunny skies: a warm blanket of Solar Love. Late February has been a whirling dervish of ice, wind, and gray: an iron maiden of Frigid Hate. I’m ready for Spring.