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This morning in the Boston Globe there was an article about the ice in which the city is encased, along with a graphic explaining how to walk like a penguin. I wish I could find a bigger version, but here's what I could find:
I like the penguin's earnestness, as though he is very carefully teaching the silly human how to walk properly. Though they left out the part where you should eat several times your body weight in fatty fish so that when you do fall, you will bounce and slide without harm.
I was thinking last night about Alaska and my time there. One of the things I thought about was the raptor rehabilitation center I briefly volunteered at, and so I googled it to see what I could see. Happily, they've gotten bigger and better! The Alaska Raptor Center looks like a state of the art facility. I am grateful for the lessons I learned there, and so I paid some of that back by adopting Gilbert the raven. Somebody shot him and he can no longer fly, but is otherwise happy and healthy, so he's a permanent resident at the center. He's not really a raptor, but that's okay. Masquerading as one suits a trickster.
After shoveling wet heavy snow this morning and then walking through the wet heavy snow to the train station, I do not think I will hold it against me if I do not work out tonight. Lots of sewing to do anyway, and I'd like to cook an actual meal with, you know, fresh vegetables and things.
I like the penguin's earnestness, as though he is very carefully teaching the silly human how to walk properly. Though they left out the part where you should eat several times your body weight in fatty fish so that when you do fall, you will bounce and slide without harm.
I was thinking last night about Alaska and my time there. One of the things I thought about was the raptor rehabilitation center I briefly volunteered at, and so I googled it to see what I could see. Happily, they've gotten bigger and better! The Alaska Raptor Center looks like a state of the art facility. I am grateful for the lessons I learned there, and so I paid some of that back by adopting Gilbert the raven. Somebody shot him and he can no longer fly, but is otherwise happy and healthy, so he's a permanent resident at the center. He's not really a raptor, but that's okay. Masquerading as one suits a trickster.
After shoveling wet heavy snow this morning and then walking through the wet heavy snow to the train station, I do not think I will hold it against me if I do not work out tonight. Lots of sewing to do anyway, and I'd like to cook an actual meal with, you know, fresh vegetables and things.
