Hounds of Love

Hey baby. It is 11:00 and I am watching "What about Bob?" Everyone else is sleeping. Mooshka is on the chair curled up. I had a good day. The dogs and I went to Wash tonight. I saw 5 solitary goose feathers, I suspect there is a fox or coyote running around there at night. I am happy there are the islands in the ponds. The sunset was the best it has been in a long time. So beautiful. The colors were purple and pink. The colors were so saturated that the reflection on the pond was just as bright as the sky. Uola was really good with passing dogs tonight. We almost had an incident but Uola was so well mannered while the other dog was goofying around. The dogs dipped there toes in the creek. The underwater plants are getting bigger and look billowy, like underwater clouds. Our path when you are not here is erratic. We cut arcoss the big field when no one was out there. The bats were swooping through the air eating bugs. I saw 3.

I am happy to hear it is going well. Sounds like a good mix of people. Have you seen any swiss kittens yet? I am looking forward to hearing about what you are learning about. I do wish that our internet connection was better for video chatting. Maybe there is a sweet spot in your room for the connection. Or maybe the mountains are messing everything up. Sigh. 

I am going to turn in. I posted some videos with some relevance to my day. I hope you are sleeping well. I miss you sooooo much. I really wished you were there tonight to see the sunset with me, you would have like it. I love you so soo sooo sooo much. 

This is a really good sonnet. 

18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often in his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade, 

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to times thou grow'st

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Gee whiz I love you.

Your husband.

Memorial Day Weekend

Well, our Memorial Day holiday is coming to a close. I just got back from our walk. It was about what you would expect. Moo had her eye on a soccer ball for the beginning portion of the walk, it came pretty close to her and I could tell what she was thinking. "I am a soccer dog." We saw the bird you like. It is called a Black-crowned Night Heron. It was sitting where the stream goes under the street at the southwest corner of the park.

That also reminds me while I was walking to a work I saw a what looked like a little hawk. I discovered it in a pine tree after hearing its high pitched call.

Anyway, we also saw 3 cats from the cat colony. The Runner Dog was out like you would expect, except when we got to the back side of the house the gate was open. I think Runner Dog was pretty surprised to find it open. What happens when the perimeter of your territory has a hole in it? She sort of looked at us then wandered out. She was pretty timid about going out, and I hope that she returns home. I have really grown attached to being with you and the dogs in the evening. While walking with the dogs, I felt the loneliest I have felt all day :( It is so quiet when it is just the three of us and it makes me feel uneasy, I miss hearing your voice. I imagine it will feel strange without you when we turn in. Last night I was trying to hold you and stock the memory of having you next me to get through these weeks. It is a problem, and you are the only solution. I look forward to your return my love.

I am wearing the sweater you got me! It is very nice. 

I am excited to read the book. I want to send you a sonnet everyday!

50

How heavy do I journey on the way

When what I seek, my weary travel's end,

Doth teach me that ease and the repose to say

'Thus far miles are measured from thy friend.'

Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,

As if by some instinct the wretch did know

His rider loved not speed being made from thee.

The bloody spur cannot provoke him on

That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,

Which heavily he answers with a grown,

More sharp to me than spurring to his side;

     For that same groan doth put this in my mind:

My greif lie onward and my joy behind.

That is it for now from the Queen City. I am excited to hear from you. I hope you were able to get some sleep. If I think of anything I will write to tell you about it. 

Kisses and words.

Your husband.

<3<3<3<3<3<3

Stephen Hawkins in Second Life :)

It isn't exactly what we were thinking, but close. In a way all of those virtual people are recognizing the world outside of their virtual lives. In a world where everyone chooses how they look, why world one of the world's most intelligent  people still be bound to a wheelchair? It is a disparity in the continuity of Second Life. The physical world is still represented in virtual reality in profound ways.

This time tomorrow.

It is the day before you leave. The time is 4:22. You are packing and I already miss you. I hope that you have safe travels and the you do the best you can in Switzerland. It will be tough to be away from each other for so long, but it will be good for our family. I wish we could all stowaway on the plane, maybe we could dress like flight attendants. Funf might have trouble pushing the cart though. We all hope you have fun. That is it for now because I want to be with you while you are here :D

P.S. I am being sneaky while you are packing. I am going to kiss you!