I'm back. Didn't think I'd bother as I only had dial-up and it was just much too time-consuming, but I now have broadband and am rethinking this whole blog thang. We'll see how long the Lair lasts.
You know, my attitude about blogs is apparently a whole lot more laissez-faire than others. For me, it's not all that important whether I post on any regular schedule, or even if I post at all. Now, there are those who would say that that's pretty much my attitude about just about all of Life ... and they'd be right. Y'see, I've been in places and done things (and had things done to me) that have skewed my perspective on all this importance stuff. Food is important. Sleep is important (and gods ken I'm at a constant deficit of that commodity). Warmth in winter is important. Love, mental stimulation, air: all these are important. Hels, even a good bowel movement's important. But, a blog? Nope. Just not that important a'tall a'tall. So, I'm more than a little laid back about all this computer stuff. So, sue me.
At any rate, we'll see how this goes. I'll warn ye now, though, I don't foresee this ever becoming a daily post thing. Life's just too varied and demanding for me. With that said, welcome back.
Oh, about the photo. That's yer favorite auld curmudgeon, moi. Er, not the scaly one - I don't ken what that beautiful thing's name is - but the grizzled auld two-legged. Ye might notice the logo on me t-shirt. It's fitting.
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Oh, 'tis good to see the Lair back.
And, isn't that a lovely thing wrapped around your neck?
Oh now that IS a beauty around your neck! You should have gotten her name for sure! :)
Welcome back!
Thanks, Kate and Tracey. Aye, she was a lovely lady, but rather petulant that day. Y'see, she was being held prisoner and had been taken out of her cell only for show and tell to the tourists. I suppose that's some sort of a good thing, but my free soul cries for her. Besides, I rather suspect I'd not recognize her name had she told me.
The Auld Scot
Welcome back! I keep meaning to give you a buzz but thinking of it an inopportune times. That is indeed a noble creature about your neck, but even in the photo you can tell that she's not pleased.
One piece of information for you: When I was in the hospital and battling death, I hear you were visited by a white tiger. I happen to be a white tiger, so my Lady will manifest that way as well.
Hi, Alia. It's nice to see your name again. And thanks for your comment about WolfLair. I appreciate it. Before I go on, please note I have a new email address. I finally got broadband, would you believe it? I don't want to publish my new address here (waaaay too much spam, y'see), but please write Kate and she'll be happy to give ye my new address, won't ye, Kate?
Of course the snake's unhappy. She was, after all, a captive. Not by me, but by the guy who let me hold her. He works for the national park there in Belize (I forget the park's name) and the snake was a prisoner for display to park visitors. I'm a bit ambiguous about that, actually. On the one hand, it saddens me that we humans feel a need to imprison other creatures for the amusement of our fellow hairless apes. On the other hand, though, I do see the value - and need - for us to hold them to learn more about them, care for their injuries, or to save them from extinction. It's a real puzzle to me. In this case, I'm all right with it in that, while they did display the snake, they did so to educate other humans about her and her kind, thereby helping humans understand her better and, with luck, maybe not be so quick to kill one of her relatives. Make sense?
I'm sorry to see you were so ill. And I'm really glad to see you're recovering. I did, indeed, dream of a white tiger one night. I've dreamed of tigers (and other big cats) many times before and see them as guardians a la Don Juan (via Carlos Castaneda), but they've always been the usual tawny. Come to think of it, I have really only dreamed of lions and tigers (and bears, Dorothy, but that's a whole 'nother discussion entirely), and not leopards, cheetahs, and the like. That's most interesting. Frankly, I don't remember that particular dream, sadly, but I thank you for visiting me nonetheless. I wish I had known it was you. I promise that the next time you visit like that, I'll greet you properly, put some coffee on, and offer ye a seat. ;-D The same, of course, holds true should the Lady herself visit.
I hope you're doing better, Sis. Take care.
Two Wolves
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