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Ben and Dad came in this weekend. Hit the stream a little bit, but the rains blew things out so we went bowling and spent the weekend grilling and watching baseball. Not bad. Dad and I went golfing at Toftrees today - beautiful morning and the major parts of the course were in good shape even though they are undergoing major construction on the grounds. Found this guy on the third green and watched him (her?) walk off across and sand trap and into the woods. Pretty darn cool.
Daylight until past 8PM
Spring peepers along the Little J.
T running away for some...you know
Robins galore.
Not wanting to do school work.
Rain, rain, and more rain.
Fishing...? Soon.
Alright, that's it. 213. That's what the bathroom scale read this morning. It's time to lose it. Don't know what my "ideal" body weight is, but I'm guessing it's less than 200. So, 195 will be my goal for now. The cold, wet, snowy, sleety, icy weather isn't helping. But, blame it on the rain? No, I've been ridiculous in my eating and non-exercise habits - time to stop. So, nothing drastic, but daily exercise (running when the temp is above 45) and less on the intake side. Going to try cutting out the wicked bad stuff: bacon, cheese, butter, icecream, pizza, mayo, beer (in large amounts), beer (as a regular beverage), and fried food. Other than that, just going to try eating after exercise and not getting seconds of everything. C'est la vie, and I'd like to enjoy it.
Something has changed; I can sleep. It's not that I couldn't sleep before, it's just that I'm falling asleep quicker, sleeping through the night (instead of waking up with anxious thoughts), and I can sleep past 7:30 (when applicable). It's supposed to be 55 today so I'm going to mix some exercise in with the sleep and see how that works out (no pun intended). Maybe these bags under my eyes will go away in a few weeks? The relief is still not complete - but I can feel my body relaxing after tensing up for the past two months; it feels good. (Party pictures here)
Any good home has a junk drawer. We've been working slowly on ours, but now its time to step it up. I found some matches and a pin to add today . Hopefully by summer we'll barely be able to close the thing. I think we need more rubber bands and paperclips. If you'd like to send some, let me know - if this is going to succeed, it's going to be a team effort.
We took the dogs for a walk out at Bald Eagle reservoir yesterday - its a beautiful spot tucked in against the steep bald eagle ridge. Paul and I used to hunt pheasant there a lot during my first few years here. It was at bald eagle that I got to see Whiskey in action and at his prime; he would go full tilt through just about anything, lock on the most solid points, and most impressively, would track (catch if needed) and retrieve most any bird we hit. He was beautiful and inspired me to take the plunge into dog ownership. It was nice to walk those fields again and remember one of the best hunting spots, and dogs, I may ever know.
They don't stock pheasant at Bald Eagle anymore - this was my first time back there in years. The fields once left long for habitat are cut short, the paths are crowded with multi-flora rose. It looked like the rabbit population is doing well, but the deer tracks were few and far between. Whiskey had to be put down a couple weeks ago - his old age had caught up with him and the health issues were too many. I don't envy having to make such a decision; I'm not looking forward to parting with my dogs. But the memories make me want to live in and enjoy each moment. We're headed down to Idiehl this afternoon - our last birds for the year. A different ridge, different fields, and now, Whiskey's sons working hard.
Any good home has a junk drawer. We've been working slowly on ours, but now its time to step it up. I found some matches and a pin to add today . Hopefully by summer we'll barely be able to close the thing. I think we need more rubber bands and paperclips. If you'd like to send some, let me know - if this is going to succeed, it's going to be a team effort.
We took the dogs for a walk out at Bald Eagle reservoir yesterday - its a beautiful spot tucked in against the steep bald eagle ridge. Paul and I used to hunt pheasant there a lot during my first few years here. It was at bald eagle that I got to see Whiskey in action and at his prime; he would go full tilt through just about anything, lock on the most solid points, and most impressively, would track (catch if needed) and retrieve most any bird we hit. He was beautiful and inspired me to take the plunge into dog ownership. It was nice to walk those fields again and remember one of the best hunting spots, and dogs, I may ever know. 
