Puppy New Year
I’ve never seen anyone so excited by a squeaky, plush reindeer. And I’m not talking about the human in this pic.
Sweeney and Sweater
Here’s the dog sporting the sweater Kenwyn knitted for him.
I’m so excited that our friends visit us in Brooklyn. Rod and I were nervous that, when we moved, no one would come out to Kensington. That’s turning out to be an ungrounded fear, for which I’m deeply grateful.
People keep asking me whether I’ve made any New Year’s resolutions. I don’t remember when I stopped doing that; maybe a few years ago. I’m so goal-oriented anyway that the turn of the year is just another blip on the screen of neverending achievements–unless I decide that the sort of reckoning that other people only do a few times a year will happen every day. Which it does.
I’d like to inhabit my life, cultivate happiness, cherish my loved ones, celebrate beauty, challenge myself, remain in balance. Banish despair once and for all.
One of the most positive parts about having a puppy in the house is how he’s encouraging me to let go of the beauty myth. A puppy doesn’t care what you look like. He cares about who you are.
