Lest I be too much of a Debbie Downer...
Look, I know I write a lot about strife and turmoil and internal sadness. It's been a rough few months, okay? Overall, though, I'm comfortable and have all my basic needs met and am climbing the pyramid to self-actualization.
Today I took Hoss hiking on the Catamount Trail, which is a cross-country ski trail that spans the length of Vermont. I didn't think I'd need my snowshoes based on other hiking we did this week, but strapped them to my pack anyway. I'm sure glad I did, as they made life a lot easier! Amazing the difference a slight elevation change makes in the amount of snow on the ground.
When I got home from work, I invited Hoss up on the couch and cuddled up to him. He only grumbled a bit, and then licked me on the face. That dog is getting used to getting fussed over and doted on! (Could have something to do with the treats that mysteriously appear from time to time.) I'm actually getting to like him quite a lot, which isn't really surprising considering the soft spot in my heart for curmudgeons of all species, and I'll miss him when I leave.
Talked online today to my friend Oscar from Venezuela. He recently asked me to help him know what's okay to say in social situations in English, and what isn't. So today I told him that unless he's gay, it's generally not cool for him to call a woman (like me) "sweetie" unless she's his girlfriend, because it's a shortening of "sweetheart" which is a term of endearment. He seemed shocked. "But I never called my gf sweetie!" he said.
Today I took Hoss hiking on the Catamount Trail, which is a cross-country ski trail that spans the length of Vermont. I didn't think I'd need my snowshoes based on other hiking we did this week, but strapped them to my pack anyway. I'm sure glad I did, as they made life a lot easier! Amazing the difference a slight elevation change makes in the amount of snow on the ground.
When I got home from work, I invited Hoss up on the couch and cuddled up to him. He only grumbled a bit, and then licked me on the face. That dog is getting used to getting fussed over and doted on! (Could have something to do with the treats that mysteriously appear from time to time.) I'm actually getting to like him quite a lot, which isn't really surprising considering the soft spot in my heart for curmudgeons of all species, and I'll miss him when I leave.
Talked online today to my friend Oscar from Venezuela. He recently asked me to help him know what's okay to say in social situations in English, and what isn't. So today I told him that unless he's gay, it's generally not cool for him to call a woman (like me) "sweetie" unless she's his girlfriend, because it's a shortening of "sweetheart" which is a term of endearment. He seemed shocked. "But I never called my gf sweetie!" he said.