Seems I needed to post my intermission music again and forgot, where does all the time go? My parents always told me that the older you get the faster time flies and if that’s not the God’s honest truth I don’t know what is! I’d swear just yesterday I was 26 so how the hell did I suddenly turn 40?
But anyway, that’s not actually the point of today’s post. It’s winter and it’s cold. The days are short and I suffer from SAD. It has been gloomy and raining for what seems like weeks and this leaves me in a somewhat miserable state. I’ve got my SAD light therapy lamp fired up but it’s no match for me.
Then, like a ray of sunlight in a damp, dark cave, bluberd comes over for an Olde Fashioned Attic Party and the winter depression is lifted. Whoever invented the SAD lights should look into attic parties, they work faster and are much cheaper.

(photo posted without permission from bluberd)
You can’t tell from the photo but we actually drank responsibly (for us) and got to bed before the sun came up. We were fine the next morning and were able to follow our plans for breakfast and a photo shootin’ hike in the woods.

Aside from the minor mishap of me falling on the rocks as we were crossing the Wissahickon it went well. It was a warm day with some sun too so it was like I hit the jackpot this weekend.
Side story:
While in the woods, Josie, our big dog, found some dead pile of animal to roll in so I’ve been trying to get the stench out of her harness and collar. This means while I’m de-stinking it, we have to hook her backup leash to her old collar. This isn’t usually a big deal but today my heart almost stopped when I was out walking her. We’re in the home stretch about 100 yards from the house when she spots the mailman. I try to quickly hustle her home but she puts on the dog brakes, slips out of the collar and hauls ass right for him. I had a bag of poop in one hand and a Chihuahua on a string in the other, in a split second I yell “HEY - MAILMAN!!!! - my dog got loose and is heading for you - SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!”
I flung the poop bag off who knows where, scooped up the Pig and ran after Josie. I got there just in time to see her puffed up like a razorback, snarling and frothing at his feet, and then he quickly pepper sprayed her, stopping her in less than a second. I was apologizing like there was no tomorrow and he was apologizing the same for having sprayed her. I told him I was very grateful he did, better that than any number of really ugly scenarios that could have happened. Good thing he heard me yell to him so he could prepare because he was behind a truck walking the other way and would have had no idea that Cujo was approaching.
Note to self: Buy backup harness for Josie.
















