Winter sheep

We pass these sheep every day on the way to and from work. Their little field lies at the entrance to our street. I wouldn't go so far as to say they recognize our car, but they seemed interested today as we drove slowly by on the very slick snow-covered road, as though to say, "We aren't concerned, but really?"

Time Marches On

Whiz, bang, blink, and 2009 is gone, just like that. And it's time to think about what to call it. Two thousand ten was fine with me, the next step after two thousand nine, but it turns out I was wrong.

Twenty ten is the way to go, I find, since that is the pattern we have followed through the ages. Sometime after the year 1,000, we had the eleven hundreds . . . fifteen hundreds . . . nineteen hundreds. Now, it looks like we are in the 20 tweens. I doubt I'll see the 20 hundreds. They're only 90 years away.

What are my resolutions? Honestly?

• Ask more questions, give out fewer answers.
• Listen more, tune out less.
• Think before I speak (always a good one).
• Spend more time walking, less time sitting.
• Play more, work less.
• Win the lottery.

Wait, I'm not sure that last one counts as a resolution. I think those are supposed to be doable. Sigh.