Thursday, October 16, 2014

Round 'Em Up!

Do you guys know that I've had a tab open in my browser for months? It might be as many as 6 months. It's an old post of Our Bethany's about parenting. I wanted to share it but, I guess, wanted to read all the comments first. Then the comments became hard to read and I stopped and it's just been sitting there, waiting for all these months! Here's the link. The comments aren't like incoherent crappy spelling video of someone getting punched in the nuts comments. They're honest comments and emotional ones and the discussion gets a little heated. That's all.

While we're on the subject of Our Bethany. Her family is embarking on an adventure. You can follow along here.

On being afraid of the word FEMINIST.

Neil Gaiman's thoughts on good people and bad people.

A nice info graphic about how much money is saved when we spend money on family planning.

The dirty truth about what you're saying when you say that we can't raise the minimum wage.

The next like 17 hearted posts in my BlogLovin' feed are from Inkdot so you should probably just make a habit of checking in with her regularly.

Here are some guidelines for napping. I have a very hard time sticking to these guidelines.

In case you haven't been keeping up with the continued goings on in Ferguson, MO I've been doing it for you. It's not very efficient this way, though. You should be all over Twitter and blogs and news sites because this is where the revolution is starting right now and we need to build on this momentum. First job: Learn the name Vonderrit Myers Jr. He was 18 years old. 18. Not even old enough to drink in a bar.

Neil Gaiman boosting the signal on a double standard for religions.

xkcd did an informative panel on the parallel between interracial marriage and same gender marriage. It's not all that fucking parallel.

You should also just follow Neil Gaiman in all his media forms. But I'm sharing this bit about Doctor Who writers anyway because, SERVED.

This is a mildly sciencey article on a science blog about dogs and dog training. However, the subject is turkey and tryptophan so it's relevant to humans as well. The conclusions may surprise you!

Sometimes it's the little steps your kid takes that blow you away more than the milestones you prepare for. Go Schuyler!

I have been cold all summer. Yesterday I heard a dad and daughter on the way to school chanting, "We want autumn! We want autumn!" I had to physically restrain myself from shouting back, "You had autumn all summer! Don't be greedy!" I love the photo of Abbie Lynne at the bottom of this post and I love the way Sueb0b is writing about the heat, both internal and external, so I'm sharing this anyway.

This is a really interesting query about medical instruction procedures for discharging patients. They may have come to a conclusion in the comments but it's still worth reading.

This is a post about baseball songs. Part way through there's a bit about a song called A Dying Cubs Fan's Last Request. I want to read the lyrics but can't find them anywhere. I will watch one of the videos as soon as I have a minute.

So, unsurprisingly some FOX News commentators said some foolishly nasty things about a female pilot in the UAE military. A group of US Military folks chose to respond. Their letter is basically what I always think of about 2 days after any argument where I'm totally right and the other person is a shithead. It's really a joy to read the whole thing so click through from the Feministing article to get the full scope.

That's my high note. I'm leaving on it.

Photo: A small portion of a gorgeous installation by my friend, Anne.

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Photo Challenge: CONTRAST

I found this one tough. Fortunately others did not. Really interesting stuff.

I see a lot of contrasts in Our Bethany's simple shot. How many do you see?

Found in a box of things Mama Kizz gave me from my old room. Some of its contrast is fading but I can still see it clearly.

Deep contrast of both color and emotion, at least for me, in this one by Our Ana. (Due to technical issues this could not be displayed.)

For some reason the prompt needs to be READ. Could be RED. You decide.

Please enter by 9am Tuesday October 21st for posting on October 22nd. Tag your photos with PHOTO CHALLENGE and READ/RED. Check out the wonderful work in our Flickr Pool for inspiration. Also, let me know if you have any questions. The  appropriate email for that is Kizzbeth117 at gmail dot com.

Thursday, October 02, 2014

A Few Quickies

If all goes according to plan I will have all of Sunday to myself. It will be the first day I'll have all to myself in three weeks. For some of you that will sound like a horror. Others will understand exactly why I hold the fact up like Simba on the cliff in the opening of The Lion King. I am lucky to be so busy. This means that the dog training is going well. I am learning and teaching and people are liking what I have to give. It's a return to an old way of life, though, and it's taking some getting used to. In addition there's been some sad news, nothing directly related to me but the wolves are scratching at the door so it's a time for care and self-care. I wanted to come over and say hi, though.

Hey, Laura, how's your puppy? We need pictures!

One of the sad pieces of news was that Dr. Sophia Yin died this week. I didn't know her personally and I don't know her work well enough yet but she was a champion of the force free animal training movement and her loss is felt deep and wide. I encourage you to check out her website and all the amazing free resources. This is for dog people, cat people, chicken people, fish people, turtle people, really everyone.

Here's an uplifting story from this summer. It's about dancing and connecting.

I haven't had a chance to read this article about Gone Girl but it sounds as if it'll be quite satisfying to those of us who were irked beyond measure by the book.

In the No Surprises category there's this chart about the correlation between reproductive rights restriction and shitty health care for women and children. I'm pleased and surprised to see that NH seems to be the top scorer here.

Scalzi sums up a problem with atheism quite nicely. I'm glad to say that I know some atheists who are careful not to fall into the religion-adjacent zealotry he talks about. I'm sad to say that's not true of all the atheists I know.

Also from the Scalzi a fun twitter play about an asshole.

My old friend, Leon, blogged all the says of Elul again this year. I enjoyed all his reflections and always seem to find parts of the practice that really speak to me. His final post of the set was something I wanted to share with you.

If anyone around you has screws loosening because the media is playing them about the Ebola situation I urge you to direct them to this video of a young nursing student who safely cared for family members with Ebola by devising protective gear out of trash bags. If she can hold her shit together so can we.

I come from a set of people (both related to me by blood and not) who tend to live healthy lives well into their 80s and 90s. As much as I can see where this article is coming from it made me rageful. It made me want to send the author VCR tapes of Logan's Run.

Schuyler Rummel-Hudson is a kid I've never met or even corresponded with and yet I want all the best things for her in an urgent way. Her dad wrote some lovely words about her experiences as a new high school student.

FYI, if you're anti-abortion you're making it easier for domestic violence perpetrators to keep their victims silent. Just in case you might think that's a bad thing.

Desperately trying to end on a high note here and I think I've got something. A noble response from members of the military to a terrible member of the media corps. (I encourage you to click through to the entire, not very long, response because it is a delight.)

Without a trace of humor I implore you, let's be careful out there.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

At Some Point You Have To Laugh

 I kind of could not buy a break today. Very early on it became ridiculous enough that I just started to laugh. I record it here in hopes you, too, can find the humor in it.

I sometimes take extra work to pad the coffers. I do have a lot of pets and a singing habit to support. Today I was slated to work the Spoonable table at the Chili Pepper Festival. Just last night I signed on to go an hour earlier to help unload. Here's how that went:

Had my period so not feeling 100%.

Get up just after dawn and walk the dog.

Come back and turn on the shower. Stick my hand in to check the temp. Temp is freezing and not getting better. I proceed to stand at the very back of the shower and dip parts of me into the icy waterfall until the important parts are clean.

Take just one advil because I'm trying to be virtuous.

Get myself to my ride and proceed to the garden where we have help unloading and one colleague is waiting for me. We get to our station and start to set up.

The tent is missing part of one leg. It is unusable. It's warming up to the mid-80s, we're in a sunny location, and serving food. I call M and she goes shopping for a tent...amongst both Halloween and Christmas decorations in the local big stores.

While waiting to hear back from M I continue setting up, crouch down to pick up a box and riiiiiiiiiiip goes the very, VERY upper thigh of my jeans.

Well, it's sunny and mid-80s so I take off my long sleeved shirt and tie it around my waist. I didn't intend for anyone to see me in this particular tank top after my cursory shower but them's the breaks.

I put on my sunglasses and slap on some sunscreen because, wow, I am not fully exposed to the rays.

Our other colleague arrives, we finish setting up. M calls to say she's not having luck and I should ask the garden folks if they have a tent we can use. They say they'll see what they can do. 

We proceed to serve tastes and sell jars of caramel to the expected 11,000 guests. We do not stop talking to people or moving from 11:00am until the festival closes at 6:00pm. I did get a chance to take one bathroom break and didn't bleed on any of my clothing.

About noon M calls to say that she has a patio umbrella and she's on her way but we'll have to fill the base with water. When I tell L she points to the tent that the garden folks have just that second dropped off for us. M returns the umbrella and I flag down two maintenance guys who super kindly help us erect the tent and the surrounding crowd cheers. I pay those men in caramel.

Around 3:00pm, with plenty of product left to taste and sell L turns to me and says, "We're out of tasting spoons." We had 1 and 2/3 boxes of tasting spoons at 11:00am. Each box contains, I believe, 10,000 spoons. I am incredulous but she is correct. I call M. She is also incredulous. People still want tastes. M troubleshoots for a new tasting delivery device while....[description of what we did while we waited for her to come to us with a solution is redacted in case the health department is reading, it wasn't strictly against regulations but it wasn't strictly adhering to them either and I still can't believe people we cool with it, like everyone from kids to old grandmas, it was hilarious].

M arrives with a box of coffee stirrers and we closed out the day. She drove us home and there was some traffic but it was nice to be in the car with the AC so all was well.

My grocery delivery even came early...but with one item wrong. But they issued me a credit and didn't need that [number redacted] pint of ice cream anyway.

So now I'm sitting on the couch watching old episodes of The Young Riders and contemplating another advil. It's also becoming distractingly clear that I won't be able to reach the sunburned parts of me to apply soothing gel because I couldn't reach them to put sunscreen on them in the first place. Fortunately they're small sections of me and I'm sure I'll survive.

How was your day?

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Photo Challenge: CHANGE

I think you're going to like this one. There's a lot of variety.

There's always a jokester in the crowd. Usually it's Our Janet's husband, Dave, but this time she took his place!

I used to walk by a building full of government offices on my way to the train. Now I walk by this.

I wonder if Our Bethany feels a special kinship with this costume changer these days.

Our Ana's community lost a key member. I'm so sorry to hear it.

The next prompt is CONTRAST. Nope, I don't know why, it just is!

Please enter by 9am Tuesday October 7th for posting on October 8th. Tag your photos with PHOTO CHALLENGE and CONTRAST. Check out the wonderful work in our Flickr Pool for inspiration. Also, let me know if you have any questions. The  appropriate email for that is Kizzbeth117 at gmail dot com.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Only Time He Doesn't Bark

After a long period of hemming and hawing I subscribed to Barkbox for Ed. I am not being compensated in any way for this post. Honestly, I just want to make the folks at Barkbox laugh.

I knew this was going to happen. It's not worth lying about. I didn't get the subscription as much for Ed as I did for myself. I wanted to be one of the cool kids who gets neat new things for their dog and enriches his life through the discovery of the exact perfect treat or toy. It was to make me look good to...someone. Sure I told anyone who knew Ed it was so I could try out the service in case dog training clients asked me about it but that was just a convenient excuse.

Elvis Can't Read
Under this premise I carried our first box home laboriously on the subway just in case (just in case) Ed would tear into it joyfully like some other dogs plastered all over the internet. I had my camera at the ready when I set the box on the floor.

Elvis & Anna Hatching A Plan
I had to set the camera down briefly so I could open the box a little, just in case the closed box was too hard for him.

Anna Always Runs Point
Finally I opened the packing paper, too. Then I called him over.

Like A Toddler Anna Tastes Everything She Doesn't Yet Understand
Ok, not finally at all. I pulled out a toy and crinkled and squeaked it to beat the band! With all the excitement I could muster I tossed the toy directly in front of my precious precious pumpkin.

The Only Picture Of Ed In This Whole Post
It's still lying right there in the same place today.

Undeterred I moved on to unpacking the treats myself. I squirreled away the Etta Says Rabbit Chew because I know he likes chews and he already had a new one to work on. They take him weeks at a time. I knew that the chances of him tearing into any new treat right away were slim at best. More like a fairy tale. I have found, though, that if I give him a tiny piece and I offer it to him a couple of times he'll usually try it and often learn to love it. The Petsafe Indigo Smokehouse Strips (Bacon Flavor) looked complicated to open so I ripped into these crinkle cut squishy duck treats (Nootie Jerky Burger in BBQ Duck Flavor) and broke off a tiny piece to try on my picky eater. I have since tried to give him a tiny piece in several locations nearly every day for 5 days. He's just not into it. He has actually taken a couple of those tiny pieces into his mouth, chewed once, and spit them back out.

The cats on the other hand...

It's Blurry But You Can See Him Slapping Me
They'd have eaten the whole bag if I'd have let them. Considering what I had to clean out of the litter box the following day I'm glad I didn't give them more. It was sweet to see them loving it so hard. Just not sweet enough to justify a repeat performance.

Anna Doesn't Beg From The Floor Like A Peasant
At that point I packed everything up for the day. Put the treats in the pantry, tossed the 2nd toy on the table and left the box on the floor for the cats to sleep in. It provided hours of close-fitting rest until yesterday when something frightened the dog so he peed on it.

My Precious Baby Girl, Not As Tiny As She Used To Be
Also yesterday, though, I got out the scissors and hacked into those Smokehouse Strips. They are rubbery and, though they seem to be scored for separation, are impossible to break down into smaller pieces without scissors or a knife. I took a whole piece and offered it resignedly to Ed, barely even bending down enough to get to his level. He stretched his long neck up, sniffed once, gently grabbed the hunk of bacon and raced away. This is his MO for only the most coveted things, you run to the couch and eat them there in relative safety from ravenous cats. Sometimes, though, he'll think he likes it and when I go to sit down I'll find the treasure stuck to my pants. A minute later he was back in the kitchen door with a very expectant look on his face. Skeptical, I handed him another bacon hunk and SHAZAM he grabbed it and ran for his safe place. Gigantic win, whew!

Despite the tough customer I brought them Barkbox knocked it out of the park. They found something even this special special snowflake could fall in love with. Thanks you guys! I look forward to next month's adventure...and so do my cats.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

On This Day We Only Wear Shoes We Can Run In

Find the rest here.

Then go here.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Photo Challenge: COMING/GOING

Why did I find this one so difficult? You all did it up with flair!

Our Bethany has so much on the topic of coming and going that I can't begin to cover it in a caption. Let it suffice to say that something in this photo is a major step forward in all her plans.

There's something beautifully claustrophobic about Our Cindy's shot. If you're in this alley they've got you coming and going!

I took this picture minutes after officially graduating from high school and these guys acted as my bodyguards for the evening. If I ever have the opportunity to walk a red carpet I hope they'll be on my team.

This poem that Our Ana highlighted speaks to the prompt but the one fallen leaf intensifies that connection exponentially.

Our Sara embodied the saying, "Don't know whether I'm coming or going!"in this one.

I'm having a lot of trouble this week with the change of the light in the mornings and the change in temperatures. I'm going with the first prompt that comes to mind: CHANGE.

Please enter by 9am Tuesday September 23rd for posting on September 24th. Tag your photos with PHOTO CHALLENGE and CHANGE. Check out the wonderful work in our Flickr Pool for inspiration. Also, let me know if you have any questions. The  appropriate email for that is Kizzbeth117 at gmail dot com.

Saturday, September 06, 2014

That Girl, That Life

When I was in New England a few weeks ago MamaKizz gave me some photo albums with the understanding that I would scan them so we could keep them safe and look at them whenever we wanted. Over the holiday weekend I scanned and posted what can only be described as a shit-ton of photos.

Last Friday night I also happened to go out on photo walk with Neil. For whatever reason, I think it was even my idea, we met in Washington Square Park. It just so happens those are my old stomping grounds from a lot of the pics I was scanning. Maybe I would have felt this way anyway but for sure the combination intensified my desire to re-discover the girl in those pictures.

I remember that girl. It's not that she doesn't seem like she isn't part of me but I don't have a sense of the path from her to me. This picture here is before England, before dogs, before single life, before so many of the friends I spend my day to day with now. The other woman was my best friend, my every day, my example, and my partner in theatre. I lived with that man, worked with him on theatrical projects, shared a cat with him. They're married now. While I'm not a regular part of their lives any more I think it worked out well. At the time, though, the moment this photo was taken, all of my tomorrows included dreams the three of us shared.

Yet here I am. I have different dreams and I'm no less attached to those than I was to the castles these three people built in the air. It's a lot to think about. I am always one to put stock in studying the past. This particular shot, though, makes me think about the future, too.

In 10 years or 15 or 20 what dreams will I be dreaming?

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Photo Challenge: LIFT

Here we go ladies and germs and children of all ages! We have photo challenge results and I sincerely hope that they LIFT your spirits in the face of increasing societal madness and back to school anxieties.

Please comment, love, click through, and scroll down. Without your participation these photo challenges are nothing. Seriously.

Lift those abs, Cindy! Feel them rise!

I guess Our Bethany's boys couldn't get a lift from this guy.

Lift those eyebrows at me, friend!

I'm going to be a smarty pants and, in honor of back to school, I'm going to do a variation on a back (front) prompt. Let it be COMING/GOING. Can't wait to see your ideas!

Please enter by 9am Tuesday September 9th for posting on September 10th. Tag your photos with PHOTO CHALLENGE and COMING/GOING. Check out the wonderful work in our Flickr Pool for inspiration. Also, let me know if you have any questions. The  appropriate email for that is Kizzbeth117 at gmail dot com.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

To Like Or Not To Like

Schmutzie wrote a piece about a two week experiment she did in which she did not use the Like feature on Facebook. You may know that your information is mined and Facebook uses it to suggest friends, movies, books and the like for you. It also fuels their personalized advertising system. Alternatively you may be one of those people that think that just hitting the Like button is lazy and we need more actual conversation in our social media. If either thing (or both!) is on your mind a lot then you might want to try this challenge.

Here's what I learned from just 7 days of not using the Like button FB:

  • It does slow down the rotation of ads in your feed. I got the same ones I'd had going in - Roku, a bunch of dance companies - but they came up less frequently and didn't flood my feed with ads.
  • It's difficult but not impossible. I didn't slip up but I did have to pay attention.
  • I can get chatty! It was a challenge to give up the Like button because I do like to remind people that I'm around. Without it I had to say something. I decided that making a thumbs up icon in the comments section wouldn't count so I had to come up with comments that I felt good about. It's slightly harder than it looks. 
  • In fairly short order I was afraid that I was too chatty. Some people don't need to hear me, they know I'm there. 
  • Good conversations started, though. 
  • I think I'll probably reduce the amount of liking I do and pay closer attention to when I want to hit the button. It's more than a little self-important to think that everyone needs your input all the time, you know?
  • However, sometimes it's just appropriate to use the Like button to register an "Atta girl!" or an "I hear you!" or even a "Fuck yes!" though I'm the type who often feels the distinction is important enough to write out Fuck Yes!

I recommend that you try it. If you do I recommend that you try it for more than one day. Doesn't have to be 7 or 14 days but I think that, to feel the way it changes your interaction with friends online, you'd have to be a daily user who does it for more than one day.

Report back, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

104 Years Ago Today

It suddenly occurs to me that Ed appeared shortly before what would have been Auntie Blanche's 100th birthday. Surely a coincidence.

Another coincidence is happening today. Our Misti is, perhaps even as I write this, rappelling down a 16 story building. She's doing it for a good cause and raised a bunch of money for a much-needed storm shelter as a condition of her "going over the edge."

When I read the date on the challenge I thought, "This is perfect. Auntie Blanche would have loved Misti." She would have loved Misti as a woman, a funny, kind, hard-working individual. She would also have admired the public, angel Misti who continually throws herself fully into all the things about which she is passionate. I'm sorry that they never got to meet.

Today, if you would be so kind as to raise a thought for both of them. I know they'd both appreciate it.

Photo credits: The black and whites are courtesy of the Exeter High School Alumni Association. The color was totally stolen from JB's Facebook. I hope no one minds!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Not Too Busy To Share

I've been busy. It's usually my main focus to not be busy. I don't do my best work when I'm busy. I've been slowly inching up the amount of action that I can participate in while remaining in good form. I'm not sure I've perfected it yet. A friend invited me to something tonight and I feel it's important to go but, man, it was going to be my first full evening in my own home in well over a week and I'm working hard to process the resentment.

Of course the best way to process that is to take a look at the wider picture and, man, is there a wider picture these days. Gaza, Robin Williams, Ferguson, Irish anti-choice, the NYPD. I'm lucky to be able to be so busy. Some folks have been gently trying to guilt me into writing here more. I've felt the guilt but it hasn't made it easier to write. I've been not so gently trying to guilt myself into writing about any of the above topics and it just hasn't produced anything. Today I decided it's fine to do a links round up. As I've been following these issues, and many other things, online I've said that I'm listening and boosting the signal. It only makes sense to boost it here, too.

Let's quick start off with some boots on the ground in Ferguson, MO and the surrounding area. Go to Twitter, even if you don't like it, and follow the real time news from these folks. Make sure to come up for air but listen, amplify, think. @Awkward_Duck @elonjames @AntonioFrench @Nettaaaaaaaa @TefPoe @brownblaze @Vandalyzm

Here's Schmutzie on the difference between sex and gender. It's important to think about all the questions you're asked in our box-ticking world.

Also, Schmutzie did an exercise where she stopped "liking" things on Facebook. She primarily did it to adjust the way the FB algorithm saw her and then noted the personal changes. I'm in day 2 of trying it (for 7 days at least then I'll re-evaluate) and it's not easy but it's endlessly interesting.

The sentiment on this graphic about violence and reproductive rights is chilling.

Hey look, here's some good news. The Listen To Your Mother book's cover has been revealed!

In the category of people doing the right thing is the interim president of Kentucky State ensuring that during his tenure and beyond all workers at the University will receive a better wage.

Let us always remember Renisha McBride. Her killer, who claims he thought he needed to defend himself because she was knocking loudly, was convicted of 2nd degree murder. It won't bring her back but there is some small amount of justice to it.

It's no secret that I think that the health insurance situation in the US is supremely fucked up. In fact I've had reason to revisit that belief in my personal life lately. Here's another way it's totally fucked up, this time by union negotiations at the Metropolitan Opera.

I don't completely understand how much national coverage the death of Eric Garner has received. He was in police custody, there is video evidence that unauthorized methods were used to detain him. When you hear any protesters saying, "I can't breathe. I can't breathe." they're quoting him. A memorial went up in my neighborhood and a special prosecutor has been put in place to handle the investigation.

Concluding that our collective narrative about abortion contains very few descriptions of how women feel directly leading up to the procedure, Jenny Kutner decided to record her own experience. It's important. I hope you'll give her the courtesy of reading it.

On the one hand, this is what I feel like when I am accompanying someone who loves shopping. I do not love shopping. On the other hand, at least I can follow through if I promised to keep them company or keep my own damn self appropriately amused. Most of the time.

We have all fallen in love with the idea of certain celebrity relationships, even if those relationships don't exist, right? Well, I have. I have no power over these two wonderful actors but, man, I bet they could conquer the world together (or separately but if they do it together we'd get to see them together all the time).

Rape is like pregnant. There aren't different levels. It's pass/fail. Well, it's all fail.

I hope that this profile of a doctor who performs abortions doesn't contribute to his injury or death. He's brave and doing important work.

Via @Vandylyzm, a Flickr stream with photos from Ferguson protests.

A sign in a library in Ferguson via .

Local Ferguson businesses were being protected by community members.

Because I try to end on a high note with these, here's a funny photo.

Gah, can't end there. Have to share something I learned on Twitter today. If you are protesting something and recording your efforts via social media please be sure to turn off the location tags on your posts. Police in Ferguson may have used those location tags to find a church being used as an organizing point and first aid station for protestors. It's a matter of your own safety on a number of levels. Let's be careful out there.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Four Years With This Guy

I often say, "He's a good little dog." It's dismissive, I think. He's a good dog. He'd be the first to tell you that size doesn't matter.

He is not, of course, perfect. He is the loudest loudstar who ever louded at the Loud Fest in Loudania. That part is a little difficult for me to handle gracefully. On the other hand it keeps my attention. We all know how important that is. It has pointed me in the right direction more than once and changed my life in ways I never imagined.

We spent this week in someone else's house hanging out with someone else's dog. I think Ed liked it. He did not, however, like it so much that he wasn't thrilled to get back home where he could rub himself up against all the parts of the couch, bark at his very own cats, and sleep without one eye open. That, too, gave me a lot to think about as I am prone to considering dog fostering after my cats have gone the way of all things.

Anyway, four years ago today I woke up to another melancholy dog-free day. Vague visions of Rottweilers danced in my head. By 5pm I had committed to receiving this little "puppy" and figuring out what to do with him. For four years every day I've gotten up and figured out what to do with him. With luck that won't change any time soon.