Update, SYTYCD

Winter is gone(finally) and summer is here. I haven't written lately, and that's just pure laziness. It's easier just to not have to analyze what's happening around you. Plus, whenever I write I relalize that I really don't have much to say (sad, I know).

I am glad that "So You Think You Can Dance" is back on. I just started watching it last year, and it got me through a tough time in my life (my father died). When it first came back on this year it made me sad, because it brought back that time for me, but now I've started to get invested in some of the dancers. Last year I liked more of the women dancers than the men, but this year it's the opposite. I do like Comfort, but I don't think she's going to last much longer (and if she doesn't start investing herself more in the dances, she doesn't really deserve to). My favorite male dancers right now are Twitch and Mark.

Oh, Sleet!

It's sleeting outside for the second time in a week, and that made me start thinking about what a good swear word "sleet" would make. In fact, I think it would be a better swear than most of the others people commonly used. Think about it. S**t can be used as fertilizer and the "f" word is derived from something most people take pleasure in, but sleet has no redeemable value. Really the sound of word itself is the only neat thing about it. I'm going to start a campaign to make sleet a swear word. So, if you want to make your cursing more colorful, insert a "sleet" every now and then. And if you don't want to, then sleet you!

Still Winter

It snowed. Again.
It's cold. Again.

New Year

I don't usually find a new year cause for celebration, but I have to say I'm not sorry to see the last year gone. My father died in July, and at the end of December my sister and her husband had to put their dog, Missy, to sleep. That might not seem like such a big deal when compared with my father's death, but I loved that dog like it was my own, and because I'm still trying to deal with the death of my father Missy's death is that much harder. If Missy had been a human, she would have been one of those people that I would have wanted to dislike but couldn't. She was pretty, happy most of the time, and liked by almost everyone. She always looked forward to my visits because I would take her outside for a walk or to play with her toys. Her favorite toys were her soccer and basketballs. She was a good soccer player as long as she had one ball in her mother. Otherwise she would cheat and grab the ball.

Fa La La La La

I finished most of my Christmas shopping today. After two stores I was exhausted. I'm old.

I pretty satisfied with what I found though. Most of the time I'm not sure If I'm getting things people will actually like, but today I think I did good.

I think I'm going to try to find some ribbon candy. My father loved ribbon candy. He was the only one in the family who did.

I finished my decorating on Monday. I didn't do too much this year. I haven't been in the Christmas mood too much this year, but my nieces and nephews will be coming over and they'll expect something. My 11 month old nephew saw the tree today. He was fascinated to see a tree in a house.

Thinking of Dad

It would have been a good day for my father. It's the first day of hunting season here in Maine, something he always eagerly anticipated. This year he would have had the added bonus of coming home, having a few beers and then watching his beloved Red Sox crush the Rockies in the World Series. It would have been a good day for Dad.

Fall

Autumn is a prettier word for it, but Fall is more appropriate.
Winter is a deep dark valley.
In Spring everything ascends
Summer is the peak.
In fall everything descends.

Fall is beautiful but sad.
The leaves shimmer in their new reds, golds and oranges.
The air is crisp and clean.
But you know.
You know that everything is falling.
The trees will sleep.
The air will freeze.
The dark will come.