Today I am ignoring the fact that war is being waged, yet again. As it is an unending cycle, I am not going to read about or listen to it today. I can do this because I live in rural New England and people up here are most concerned with how soon the lakes are going to thaw and how soon they can switch from cruising on their stinking, noisy snowmobile to cruising on their stinking, noisy Harley.

Plus, there is so much beauty to behold, I refuse to focus on the fuckhead behavior of the resident aliens occupying the oval office.

In particular, I am so loving the photography of people's sites/blogs. Of course, it does make me feel deficient as bringing in photo images is going to be a serious (and long) growth curve for me with this blog. I'm not a photographer. I can barely make my way around Photoshop. But, I am inspired and I will try to make this blog less static from an image perspective. However, I give myself many months to get into a better pattern.

I was going to blow out of work early today and head up to the 82, but T called (he's up there clearing the new hiking trail) and the dogs had run off. He found them. A mile away down by the road!!! If my little Henry had gotten hit I think I would have gone mad. I am so in love with this dog it is pretty sick and Ollie knows. How do parents keep from having favorites? It's not like I planned it. It's not like I think it's a good idea or I don't love Ollie. I totally love Ollie. But Henry has me by a heart string I didn't even know was there.

Anyway, I decided not to head up there because all I would want to do is spoil them and that would not be helpful to T who would be in the midst of trying to discipline them. I need one of those New York monks who train german shepherds to come live with us for awhile. I'm doing a really lousy job here. At least it's with dogs and not kids. God help any spirit who got it in their head to join me and T. This is my training for my next life. Except, what I took away from the film Frida (directed by Julie Taymoor) was when she is about to die and she says, "I never want to come back." Moi non plus. It's all I can do to get through this world.

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