I’m beginning to catch on to WordPress and am happy to do so. I’ve always believed it was richer and more mature than Blogspot, but it was enough different that I had trouble getting to a point of feeling confident.
Every day for the past several months sometime in the morning a tall athletic man who looks like he just landed in this country from an exploration in northern Scandanavia walks by my place with a light pack on his back and a dog on leash. We haven’t seen him for weeks, but today he’s back, and Rusty responded with her usual woof-woof-woof. Windows and walls kept her joy from spilling into the street. Some day I want to take his picture and talk to him. Looks like an interesting fellow.
