Consequences

Max is Amazing

For those who may not have already known, Max is amazing.

I started this post the night before our anniversary.

Obviously it's been a while since then, and a lot has happened.

The year 2013 began with Rosie's leg injury:

for two weeks we had a daily routine of un-bandaging the wound,

spraying it off, coating it with sugar, and putting the dressing back on.

She tried to claw her way out each time.

Looking back I can't believe we persevered,

but I think it was practice for what was to come.

And it was worth it.

So right now I'm just wishing for peace,

better times ahead, and still

so grateful for the time we have.

Roads in Between

I dreamed about a turtle

It was pissed.

sometimes we has issues

He Was Amazing.

Gifts

Sometimes when we meet after work, my brother will bring me a few pages from his Dilbert calendar, 

and slide them across the table as a sort of greeting.

It's hard to explain how special this is.  I always save them.

(is a photo of a printed Dilbert cartoon taped inside your journal a copyright infringement? I hope not.)

Encouragement

You can't beat public library stickers for helping you put things in perspective:

Mountain X Office

One day I was waiting for Max to get ready to leave work.

  

It was a hot summer afternoon.  Buskers play music right below the windows of this second-story office and you can hear it in the room, part of the geography of sound and light that filters through the window to join the tapping keys, clicking computer mouse buttons, and scattered bits of conversation.

I rarely try to draw rooms that I love, but there was time, and it was oddly exhilarating to be in someone else's workspace, not my own.   

Notes around the House