Charlie also says "duck, duck, duck, duck, GOOSE," but that doesn't sound so welcoming. He enjoyed the ride to Vermont (though most of was in the car, not on my "other" baby, the Rockhopper), and he seems to like it here in George's old farmhouse. My boyfriend Jeffrey and I, and the dogs, birds and mice, have been here a bit over a month now, and had our ups and downs, mostly George's. For 99 years old he could get around reasonably well, until antibiotic-resistant Staphylococcus brought him to the hospital. He's now in a local nursing home for recovery, learning again to use a knee which infection made immobile.
The nursing home, it turns out, offers wifi. We haven't got internet access yet in the farmhouse, so here I sit, with George, typing away. It's funny to think... he was an old man before computers ever made their first appearance.
Besides George's "downs," Jeffrey and I have made a few of our own "ups," mostly driving around the Rutland area, and beyond. One trip took us to the Maine coast (the first time I've seen the Atlantic since Cape Cod, when I was a little kid). I have photos coming out my ears (thanks to my new "other, other" baby, the Nikon D60), but need to work them through Photoshop. One spot near the New York border had these, though, and I can't help but post them first (juvenile Northern Leopard Frogs, Rana pipiens):
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