Anybody else ever seen a dog purse his lips? I have always had basset hounds, who would require plastic surgery to purse their lips. Dashiell does this when he is trying to look cute (or to scam snacks, which comes to the same thing).

Kitchen counter stool is finished. Bit of an odd design but I think the shape of the stretchers and the slightly rounded top make it work. It may still be evolving.

Moment of truth for the kitchen counter stool: all the parts fit; it doesn’t look like a drunken donkey. Time for semifinal sanding and glue-up.

I know this is crazy talk to people up north but when spring comes this early I feel cheated out of a few weeks’ pleasurable anticipation.

This is Dashiell, my new canine overlord. He enjoys listening to Peter and the Wolf and is a fearless destroyer of welcome mats.

I would love to have a way to avoid gas stations where a screen flashes and yaps at me while I pump my gas. Or, I guess, to find gas stations that don’t have them. But that would require an app, and then I’m back to staring at a screen. Seriously considering just buying a mule.

I prefer to wake up my books by playing the “Good Morning” song for them. But sometimes I just spill coffee on them.

the daffodils I buried now knife blades slicing flaccid earth stretching reaching soon they will grow hands

No matter how many chairs I reupholster, I always have this moment of hesitation before I start breaking it down. What if I make it worse? Realistically, I cannot make this chair worse.

The cardinals are beatniks, with shades and goatees / Reciting bad poetry out in the trees.