I would be lying if I said I didn’t violently toy with regretting our move to Massachusetts in 2016, but it does me no good to dwell on it. Instead, I pry open the guilt that shadows our time in Mass, and pick out the good that was in our five years there, but that’s for another post. Instead, I will talk about the future and not the past. Thanks to a busy morning, I was given some glimpses into the future by Max.Continue reading “First Date at Subway. Day 178.”
My mail carrier just came to the house to deliver some stepping stools we ordered to raise the dogs food bowls.
“They have you working on a Sunday!?” I said to her.
“Honey, it’s Monday,” she said while she chuckled so sweetly.Continue reading “It’s Monday. Day 160.”
Because the family is together today to watch the game, I will share this old blog post instead of writing something fresh. Thanks for reading:
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There’s never the perfect time to have a baby, just like there’s never a good time to add any member to the family, including the non-human kind.
Our pups are all pushing ten years old, which means they are a little slower than they used to be. It takes nothing away from their majestic spirits, but I’d love to add a new member to the pack while the ones who live here now are spry enough to show them the ropes.Continue reading “It is Time. Day 89.”