In large part, 2016 vacillated between meh and make it stop. I considered listing injuries, insults and assaults, but a video of a young goat traveling in a wheelchair keeps playing in my head. Its hind legs and body rode in a nylon sling suspended in a frame rolling on four wheels. Its front legs, wrapped to provide stability, were strong enough to pull it along. It was going places. It made me smile.
2016 offered a measurable amount of good, too. I considered listing achievements, compliments and comforts, but a video of a young goat traveling in a wheelchair keeps playing in my head. I suspect the goat will still be rolling in 2017. Some injuries don’t heal.
Lacey and I have enjoyed six months together, nearly 24-7. Unplanned and unscripted–we sorted it out on the fly and made it work. Made it a delight! She’s heading back to work in January. Her work will be fulfilling and our time together will be even more precious, but I’m not looking forward to it. I’ve never worked from home without Frida or Lacey to keep me company.
What do you think a young goat weighs? I miss carrying Frida’s 45 pounds up and down our stairs, onto and off of our bed, and lifting her to lay her on my chest. She’s visited me in just one dream. I was chasing her down dark streets and never got within a block of her. Here’s hoping for a better next dream.
The thought of bringing a new dog into our life scares me. The thought of not bringing a new dog into our life scares me. Fear is my best friend, so says John Cale, but it isn’t helping me decide what to do. I need more time.
Today Lacey and I walked to Stacks on Lark for warm beverages, the New York State Museum for history, Berben & Wolff’s for lunch and then home. We have an inch or two of snow on the ground. Low 30s. Some wind. At times the clouds parted and sunshine warmed our faces. It was one hell of an adventure.
Did you know there is a Bomber’s Burritos in the food court under the New York State Plaza? I love Bomber’s Burritos, but I’ve spent most of my going out money at Albany’s only all-vegan joint and loved every bite. Do you know how nice it is to go to a restaurant and be able to order anything off the menu? Of course you do. You’re most likely an omnivore and have that experience a couple of times a week. Now, thanks to Berben & Wolff, I experience it about once a week, too. Twenty five visits since they opened in May. I know because I check in on Yelp and I’ve earned the title of Duke. Silly that this makes me happy, but happy is good so I’ll forgive myself. Berben & Wolff’s is my MVR for 2016 and will be for 2017, too. But I am jonesing for Bomber’s quinoa bowl. Topped with black beans, BBQ tofu, mango pico and guacamole, it is a real treat.
I should go. Shout out to 2017–we’re counting on you. You can, of course, count on us, too. We know you are just a measure of time and that you can’t do anything to lift our spirits. We need to lift our spirits. I’ll give it my all. I’ll wait to write until I have uplifting news. Speak to you soon.