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With thirteen-plus hours of daylight now, the sun was up when I went to the pool this morning at 6:30, and I think some of the regulars were out walking in the fresh air with all the thrushes and robins where it sounds like spring too-- so the pool was kind of quiet....

So, a few days ago while walking our dogs on the beach, they ran into a mucky pond and chased a pair of mallards who have arrived earlier it seems than ever, like spring has. It's a good-new bad-news season. (Yes, no snow! Oh no! Why is it so mild?) We women...

“I’ll give you a theory: Man’s closest relative is not the chimpanzee, as the TV people believe, but is, in fact, the dog.”  -- Garth Stein in The Art of Racing on the Rain.  

Children! Yesterday I had the brunettes- and I couldn't find my camera, I apologize, but my life has been like that lately in that everything I'm looking for is under  a pile of something I should be doing, before I do what I am actually doing... -- anyway, today I...

  I got the first hardcover of my new book in the mail yesterday from my editor at Algonquin Books-- and it is thrilling to hold, but scary too. Remember that I was hit by a truck when my first book came out, and the memory of that haunts each launch, I'm afraid....

Really, I know it could still snow, we could even ice skate again-- that's all happened in Aprils past, but it sure feels like spring, smells like spring, and looks like spring from the lawn at Lookout Memorial Park near the harbor. I sent my comment into the borough...