Sunday

Seven years gone




Today is Sinclair the Puppy's seventh birthday. It is just wrong that he is not here to celebrate the onset of spring. He enjoyed every day to its fullest, so it's hard to say that 'spring was his favorite season', but there was, there is, so much to sniff and bark at. We continue to miss, and mourn, The Pupton. Right now, Rosemary and Ellie are out patrolling The Forest, but I don't think it has been properly Barked At in months. And the squirrels are dominating the bird feeder. Equilibrium is yet to be achieved.

On the other side of life, 18 inches of snow? What 18" of snow??? Yes, winter is all tough and attitudinal in December Janauary February, but in late April, while winter can still get her licks in, she gets kicked right back. According to the authoriatative thermometer of Pablo Passat, it is 72 here today, and the snow is gone gone gone. Hah ha winter!!!!! See you in November, chump!!!!!!
Above we see The Sweetie, Pintie, and evidence (shot on Friday) that the snow has been banished. Yes, Pintie, is in Da Haus!!!! Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream is now (finally) available in Ithaca. And it is...pretty good. We're talking a vanilla ice cream base, with caramel swirls and wafer cone fragments covered in chocolate. I'm not the biggest caramel fan, but it works ok here. It goes down very easily during the Report.
OK. It's 70+ degrees outside, the sun is shining and there's a new episode of The Sopranos on tonight (and Entourage!) All is well.