The rapture is coming true for Soks today. Came and dirtied my house up for 12 years. Who is gonna bark at 4 am anymore? Did what we could to make it good for him the last couple of months and tonight he was so completely full on the chicken that he (almost) couldn't eat the last piece of ham with the aspirin. But it is time.
So let me know Socks, your choice: someone come here or we go for a car ride.
On the more chipper side, we found the car back after my brother and I had celebrated his birthday. Ma was none too please when I told her it would take a while before she could go to Loutre. Smack dab in the middle of the field, spun out. Nothing a chain and tractor can't fix. And so that is the new rule: no disking until the driveway is dry or you can drive anywhere at night without lights. I found out that Dylan and I can have a good game of chess, which is welcome since we'll have to look at each other with the rains and all.
(oh, that chicken that Ma made was just fine.)
Update: Soks decided to stay home. On his last walk he marked every tree of his kingdom one more time and then it was time to go and meet Rosie again. Tonight the coyotes will howl.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .