March 23rd And It's Still Winter Here...

I'm always secretly hoping that the lease on our apartment will end, Allison and I will lose or quit our jobs and that she'll finally get the desire to run away with me. I hope that would all at the same time.

It's the perfect recipe to just pack up and drive.

This is ridiculous.

Yo! @staff

Why do all the black hash tags no longer exist?

And yet we still have all of these…

You have some explaining to do staff

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air...

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Caught a baby mouse in the apartment today. It was the cutest little thing and I partially wanted to keep it as a pet. Then I remembered that a baby mouse means a mommy and daddy which means more baby mice. 

That cuteness quickly faded as I released it into our side yard.

Spent the weekend at our friends Joel & Erica's farm "Emancipation Acres". It was so much fun getting away from the city and spending some time in the wide open fields playing with their three dogs while eating great food and drinking great beer.

Plus we left with two pounds of their homegrown ground pork, a pack of bacon, two dozen freshly laid eggs (we collected them ourselves), some purple cabbage, as well as a jar of honey from their bees and twelve bars of Erica's homemade bars of soap.

First Forge

Now that Christmas is officially over I can post my first attempt at forging! Every Christmas each member of my family has to make a gift from scratch for someone. This year I decided to be ambitious and make a knife for my dad. Here's some step by step photos. I'll upload the final ones soon :)

Dream

Been spending a lot of time thinking about death lately. The anniversary of a few family members deaths have come and gone in the last few weeks and it's definitely brought the mood of the house down.

Last night I had a dream that something had happened and my Dad had gotten hurt. I stood there with a group of people I didn't recognize but seemed to know, looking at the woods where he must have been. It was being decided who would go into the dark of the trees and find my father. Everyone was crying and scared, myself included, but I volunteered. I walked into the woods away from everyone I knew and the next thing I knew I was at his funeral. The world had turned to black and white, my suit blending in with everything around me. We were there mourning my father's death but I realized that no one besides me seemed to remember him, his face had disappeared from all the photographs that hang on the walls. It was as if he had never existed at all.

It doesn’t seem like much but I just failed for the third time on the exact same project and I’ve already spent way too much money on it and it’s after 1am and I think I might cry but I don’t want to wake my wife up.