hey no way I'm not posting until whoever posted the anonymous comment tells me who it was. I dislike anonymous comments. It just...bothers me.

Tomorrow's the big moving day. Finally. Out to the Hills where we coinhabit with the deer, elk, coyotes, wild turkies, mountain lions (of which I've only seen foot prints), foxes, numerous small and furry rhodents, bats, hawks, and black widow spiders (saw another one of those yesterday).
Speaking of spiders, there's these other HUGE non-venomous [I hope] spiders. Man, I'm not usually queasy around spiders, but these suckers give me the heebie-jeebies. They are super fast, super big, grey and hairy, and don't seem to be afraid of people. They walk right out and plop down next to you. I think it's probably some species of wolf spider, which are harmless, but ugly and freaky nonetheless.

But the other day we saw elk in the meadow in front of our house.

I fixed the guestbook so the stupid porn site doesn't come up. Sign away. Oh, and if you want to send e-mail, the CIMC address doesn't work for me anymore, so use the one on the Master's sheet from last year. Tak skal du ha'.

I was going to write something flippant and meaningless, but now I don't feel like it. He always does that to me. I called Denmark today (yes, the entire country). I talked to a couple of people I know. I could picture the place, the smells, the feel of a near-empty sleep-inn. And here I am. On the other end of the line. How I miss heated Mafia sessions and hands of outrageous MOW. Candlelit worship nights, Kulhuse, chilly bike rides, sleep-overs. Baking cookies and sharing them, trading massages, late night adventures. I will always have a relationship with God. It's the other relationships I miss. Some things I don't miss. But I miss you.

I'm not so sad. But I don't want to forget.

Why is this lump in my throat?

In a land of blindness, a one eyed man could be king

I've decided I'd rather have a dog with attitude than a dog with maggots.
She may not get it, but she'd thank me if she did.