as creed once wisely said - what's this liiiiiiife fooooorrrr

The rain mixes with the ice in the clouds and pats the roof of my house as my little warrior dog curls up beside me on my freshly made bed. The smell of the swamp and little puppy groans are quickly permitted with one look into her completely exhausted eyes. Today at the beckoning and astonishment of my command, she valiantly attacked a groundhog, which was comparable to her diminishable size. But with teeth and claws out, she circled and barked as I egged her on, only engaging with confusion on occasion with which her opponent would retaliate with wicked bites to her face and neck.

She is exhausted tonight. I dressed her wounds and her confidence after the big fight where both partied walked away with minor injuries, despite Pepper's ingenious plan to throw the vermin in the creek to help her fight. I was proud of her as she jumped through the briars in a fruitless pursuit. A few rounds of fetch and the fight was almost out of her system.

Now I'm sitting here with itunes on random, jarring me from johnny cash to immortal technique to joanna newsome to ween. I just had a whirlwind cleaning night, the kind that I'm glad the later part of the day drove me inside with rain and wind and put a broom in one hand and a beer in another. It's so satisfying to see the piles of clothes either in baskets destined for the laundry or packed away in drawers or on hangers.
I had so much more planned for this week. And with a day and a half off, you would think that I would have gotten them done. Still no high mill park seed swap sign, garden fence is not yet up... but my house is somewhat clean, the lambs have a new house, some carrots, onion, and lettuce got in the ground, and i got to see my brother for spring break. My songwriting is atrophying as it usually does this time of year, not for lack of material but for being so far down on my list.

I'm starting to have this feeling that as more time passes, the less I'm willing to confess to knowing. I had a tough time coming up with gardening classes because I used to be confident that I knew something that someone else would want to know. Perhaps it's a shift from informing customers at lake cable to becoming a viticulture student who knows little about fence building or cattle husbandry or even what the season will bring from the vines I spend so much time with. I guess I have to admit that I don't want to go back. I learned everything I could in the time I had there and I don't want to sell people viburnums for the rest of my life, or even for the next 4 years.
I think eventually I do want to go back to school. The question, as always, is what for?