When I left your house this mornin’
It was a little after nine
It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves one star at a time.
One star at a time is one of the best descriptors of the sky I have ever heard. Gord was a genius.
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What is your favorite place to go in your city?
I thought I would get that trite ear worm in your head. What is my city?
I call home Mainz in Germany and Seattle as well. They are home to me and they are my cities.
I currently live Southwest Washington outside of Portland. To be more specific Vancouver.
I will go with Forest Park.
Forest Park, at 5,200 acres, provides critical refuge for hundreds of native wildlife and plant species and acts as an important air and water filter. With more than 80 miles of trails, it also provides invaluable access to nature, exercise, and educational opportunities for the region.
I have run thousands of miles here, attended picnics and weddings and solved many a problem. When I first moved here, they, my prospective employer, took me here to run. That clinched the deal.
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We bought this chair about four years ago. I thought I would like reading on this chair.
I don’t all that much The light simply isn’t quite right. That is important when reading.
It does have a built in phone charger which I use often. So basically it is an extremely large phone charger.
To be fair it does serves as a cat scratcher. The cats have destroyed the chair. In the photo, you may notice Sinclair sitting on the chair she destroyed.
There are a bunch of words on the chair. It does serve as a reference point, if you suddenly decide you need to write in cursive.
Yeah the Jack Russels sits on the chair once in a while. I think she likes all the birds scribed into the fabric
The life of a poor underachieving lazy boy chair is a tough life.
The life of a cat not so much
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What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?
A Wednesday night many years ago, my son Max and I went for a run while my daughter played volleyball. About a mile into the run a beagle ran up to me and started playing. It was the cutest dog ever. The man who owned the dog let me play with her for awhile and soon went on his way.
The next week, Max and I went on the same run and I seriously went looking for that beagle. Max doesn’t even like to run . And there was that beagle in the park and she ran up to us the same way as it did the previous week. Max and I played some more and agreed it was an extraordinarily pleasant dog. there was a connection there.
I love beagles. Soon the beagle started to take over my thinking. It was no different than being in love . It was uncanny how she ran up to me in the park two weeks in a row.
On the third week, we went on the very same run with my son and there was the Beagle once again. We played together energetically in the park. The owner of the dog, his name, was Sam. walked over and said to me it’s uncanny how this dog really likes you.
He told me the story how he was watching the dog for his mother. She was ill in the hospital and could not care for Lucy.
Sam simply asked me if I would like the dog.
Lucy, Ghosty Pig, was one of the best dogs I’ve ever had.
