i know myself well. sometimes i must sit with a feeling and sink into it, let it settle into my soul, until i am ready to let go.  it's that whole angle of repose thing. the steepest angle at which a sloping surface formed of a particular loose material is stable. feeling…

  best cured by a trip up coyote hill and out into the forest. ****** it's a good life.   

  new faces at the table = no idle chatter + no solving of world problems. me thinks we're gonna have to teach these gals how to cut loose and bust a gut every now'n'then. it was good to be with my friends who have been attending for many years.…

just before the rains started in again......    

  't'was a fine and windy autumn day. and so, we took a walk.  [pintō took off running. said she couldn't wait for us......] ********** it's a good life.  ******      

  i need to get myself in gear and be more active. summer really kicked my ass hard, and now that all that is over and done with, it's time for winter activity. i need to find excitement, and right now, i just don't have it. i'm sure it will come, however.…

  it was our first sutton library book club meeting without her as our librarian. however, she returned to read to us for our premier meeting of the season. in true fashion, her beautifully bouyant reading voice shone through, and the four of us laughed together, pensed and pondered together, and thoroughly enjoyed the little…

  ....and immediately afterwards, ziggy got a bath and shampoo. **********

  and so it goes. our last night of our epic dalton highway roadtrip was spent close to home. imagine that. * i have promised milo roadcat jones a night together in the rollee home. just me 'n' him. hopefully soon i can follow through...... **********    

  there were many goals and plans for this trip. one of them was for me to pee in the yukon river. you see, there's this old alaskan legend that to become a sourdough and no longer be of cheechako status, one must kiss an eskimo, eat muktuk, and pee in the yukon…