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Got a nice mention in the Minneapolis Star-Tribune’s WebSearch blog, along with a handful of other US nature bloggers. Thanks to Randy Salas.
Wampum has just gone what the optimistic would refer to as “on hiatus.” is down one blogger, as MB has decided to hang it up. Say something nice to them, or just go look at the photo that — finally — made me pine for something other than blonde fur. Have fun out there, Williamses.
The long awaited We Are All Global Nuclear Running Joke Now Party blog has been launched. Oaktown Girl, in private and confidential email, insinuates that I have nothing better to do than write something for it. She doesn’t realize just how interesting this drying paint here really is.
I owe about a thousand of you emails. I owe about a hundred of you phone calls. I owe one of you a lifetime of avuncular devotion and an email even though you totally abandoned me and moved to Greenland or something. I’m pretty sure I don’t owe any of you money, except possibly Matthew. I think I’m emerging. The gales of desolation have slackened a little. I only spend a few minutes a day, these days, feeling like the whole reason the universe came to be was to give rise to Zeke. Which feeling makes the continued existence of said universe something of an anticlimax. Bathetic, if you will. Or even if you won’t.
The garden has played a role. As has Thistle, who seems to have had a personality transplant since Zeke died. Becky and I will be sitting on the back porch and he’ll actually come up to us, inquisitive and affectionate, asking to be petted, then run crazy stochastic leaping circles around the new-planted herbs and come back to us. He never approached us before, not outside anyway. He’s also claimed the one remaining dog bed, a papasan cushion, and he sits there lordly and comfortable, a raisin on a slice of pita bread.
Speaking of the garden, a free Creek Running North membership (recommended retail: free) goes to whoever can remind me which genus this bromeliad belongs to. I keep wanting to say ”Tillandsia” because of the flower, but I don’t think it’s a Tillandsia.
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