Lately, I’ve been a bit too lax in my updates on doing stuff. Mostly because I realize now—more than ever—that no one wants to read about a chubby, fair-weather cycling slacker who spends most of his time wandering around the woods with his camera and lifting heavy things for no reason in the gym. But hey, there are pictures!
The weekend before last, Wifey tagged along with me for a short hike. We walked around the Sylvan preserve; she saw me circle around trees looking for photo opportunities like a dog seeking a place to shit, and we blew the stink off ourselves for a bit.
Wifey trying to get away from me.
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Tree deetz.
Then the short week came, bringing Thanksgiving with it. This year we made the executive decision not travel back to Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving and spend it here in Michigan. I have to say I think it was the best Thanksgiving I’ve had in years! I made the meal, Wifey and I tag-teamed the dessert, and then we all watched a Wes Anderson film. There was no talk of politics or religion, and no one made anyone feel like shit. I hope this is a tradition that we can take long into the future with B and any family he might have someday.
The greatest turkey ever made.
The days that followed brought rain, freezing rain, thundersnow, and a peaceful hike alone in the woods. That will be in the next post. Hopefully, it doesn’t take me two weeks to post it.
Look what you’re doing to my window, girl!
Later.