Peripatetic

In an effort to maintain the illusion that I’m still blogging, and because I’ve gathered about 20 new WordPress themes that I like, I may be switching themes frequently for the next little while. Then again, I might not, because I’m kind of smitten with this one (although I may tweak a few things). The image at the top is London—traffic lights in Kingston, to be precise, so Greater London—and I’m in a city kind of mood these days. (By “city,” I mean “somewhere bigger and city-er than here,” and I really mean “NYC or London,” because really, those are my cities.) It’s been a longish winter, and I’m feeling the tug of going somewhere I belong, warring with the complacent pressure of staying here where it’s cheap and liveable.

I bought a stunningly wonderful laptop (aided and abetted by a friend who works at Apple) a couple of weeks ago, and since it’s more or less lived in my lap ever since, I’m hopeful that I might start blogging regularly again. If I can find anything worth saying, that is. I’m not going to start tonight, however. After a moderately frantic workday followed by fooling around with WordPress and themes and assorted other meta things, I am laptopped out.

It’s a little strange (but only a little) to find myself weeping for a dog I never met, but having just learned about the passing of Zeke, I can’t help mourning. Undoubtedly, a lot of that is because Chris Clarke has written about him so beautifully, but I also know, despite the lack of empirical evidence, that Zeke was a truly good dog. Read all about him—and there’s a lot to read—here. Warning: have some tissues on hand.

(It seems like nowadays I’m only blogging to note the passing of important creatures, which really isn’t my intention for this blog. I’ll have to do something about that.)