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On the twenty-first day of Dog-mas
Dec. 30th, 2012 08:33 amWe are still at my father's place in a snowy Binghamton, NY. Today I will be driving back home with my friend M. and Loki. M. will be taking the train to NYC this evening. My brother had to leave yesterday afternoon due to his work schedule. I'm not sure how long my nephew will be staying; he has his own car and no pressing commitments.
Loki seems to have been enjoying himself, both in the house and outside in the snow. I understood he didn't like going up and down stairs, but that's not the case here at all. He bounds up the stairs to visit M. and my nephew E., who are in the upstairs bedrooms, as if it were second nature, and comes back down just as easily. Everybody's been enjoying his presence, even when he suddenly darts out from under his blanket on the living room couch and runs into the kitchen to bark furiously at some menace only he can hear.
The drive back to Boston is going to be slow, I suspect; I hear they got more snow than we did, and we have at least six inches on the ground here. It is all light fluffy stuff, but that didn't stop me falling on my butt last night when I took Loki out.
The sun is struggling to poke through the clouds, even as flakes of snow still swirl down into my father's yard.
And nobody's gone off the air, although Block Island stopped streaming when one of their DSL lines went down, and New Hampshire had a minor Christmas music crisis.
Wednesday it will be back to work.
Loki seems to have been enjoying himself, both in the house and outside in the snow. I understood he didn't like going up and down stairs, but that's not the case here at all. He bounds up the stairs to visit M. and my nephew E., who are in the upstairs bedrooms, as if it were second nature, and comes back down just as easily. Everybody's been enjoying his presence, even when he suddenly darts out from under his blanket on the living room couch and runs into the kitchen to bark furiously at some menace only he can hear.
The drive back to Boston is going to be slow, I suspect; I hear they got more snow than we did, and we have at least six inches on the ground here. It is all light fluffy stuff, but that didn't stop me falling on my butt last night when I took Loki out.
The sun is struggling to poke through the clouds, even as flakes of snow still swirl down into my father's yard.
And nobody's gone off the air, although Block Island stopped streaming when one of their DSL lines went down, and New Hampshire had a minor Christmas music crisis.
Wednesday it will be back to work.
