Darby The Shmoo, 2010
Darby is my 10 year old German Shepard.
She is full of spunk and I am quite certain she is half sponge, because she absorbs all the love she can get.
She adds fun and life to my nuclear family. Always there for a hug, and terrified of thunderstorms, she is excellent for cuddling with in bed during those nights when it pours and the power goes out.
Just look at those big, brown eyes!
ETA: Darby was diagnosed with advanced melanoma on Christmas Day of 2013. She died gently and well, asleep in my arms on December 26, 2013. I leave her photo up as a tribute to her and the love she gave.
The other dog
Sugar and me, 2014 |
Oh yeah, and ME!
Me, with a poster of "Einie", 2010
I have been diagnosed with chronic, undifferentiated schizophrenia.
Three different doctors have described me as "treatment resistant".
I read science fiction and just about everything else.
I find that there is not enough eternity to read everything I want to.
I have a separate room in my house for all my books.
My favourite author is Vladimir Nabokov. I suspect it always will be.
I have a quirky sense of spelling, and often my words have a British tinge to them when I write.
Poetry and painting are my lifelines.
I am unreliable with deadlines, and I blame this on my existentialist bent.