Bear is ready for another rawhide pencil. I’m ready for snow. Teddy is ready for anything. That’s the state of readiness in this house this morning. I’m also ready to go somewhere, but where? I have no idea. My friend Lois recently suggested we return to Iceland. But, Iceland and I are, well, I don’t accuse Iceland of malice or anything, I wasn’t in the best shape for that trip (torn Achilles tendon. Yes I’ve realized I’m a litany of injury), and the weather was beyond description (see how I’m sparing you from a tedious description of horizontal rain, Arctic wind, landscape-obscuring fog? See how I did that?) which is OK because Iceland didn’t owe me anything. I remember telling my friends in Zürich we were going to Iceland, and they both leaned forward across the dinner table and said, “Iceland???” with looks of horror on their faces. Still, grueling as that “vacation” was, I did see this which is, for me, the equivalent of the Parthenon. ❤
SO Bear, Teddy and I will be here for the nonce hoping some great idea wafts past our (meaning my) consciousness and we (meaning I) get a good idea. For now? Allt er í lagi.