Whelping Day #9

Today is the ninth anniversary of the day our old man was born.

This portrait was taken a year ago, on his eighth.  It was a very hot summer day in Germany, but we were able to find some respite in the forest.

Happy Whelping Day

He looks the same, although with a few more grey hairs.

But don’t we all?

Christmas Ornament

I typically like to post a Christmas ornament here on or about Christmas Eve.  This year is no exception.

Although I suspect the creator of this piece would not think it a Christmas ornament.

Spiraling Globe

Here’s hoping that you and yours have a very Merry Christmas.


It’s the beginning of a long weekend, finishing with Christmas and Boxing Day.

Perhaps a day of work before starting another long weekend.

We’ll decide later when the end of that weekend will be.

So it’s time to grab the coats and get out there.


Augustiner Brauhaus, Innsbruck, Austria.

Enjoy your holidays, whichever ones you choose to observe.


Those who know me well know that some of my greatest joy, complete separate from my Goddess, is derived from my commutes to and from work.

Especially if the weather is horrible.

Give me pissing down rain and 35ºF (+01ºC) or dumping snow and 27ºF (-03ºC) and a good, hard push on the bike and I’m grinning from ear to ear.

Hell, give me +10ºF (-12ºC) on a clear day and I’ll still grin ear to ear.

It’s all about wearing the right kit.

But regardless of the time of year, every day is still a great day to ride the bike to and from work.

Especially when you’re going faster than those that do nothing more than twist their right wrist or press down their right toe.

Place du Théâtre, Dijon, France.

Rule 9.

Immediately followed by Rule 5.

Oh, and Rule 58.