We all are portions for foxes

I like moving around. I love wandering around a new city/town on foot to find the little nooks and crannies that make a city interesting. I love finding the best bookstore or coffeehouse nearest my home.

Now, I live in a burb so close to the mall that I decide which way to turn out of my driveway based on where I go shopping first. There is no ma and pa grocery store nearby to grab the three items I need for dinner. I frequent the one gas station because if they close, I'm really in trouble.

The cool place to walk to is the community club, where Nuschler and I have spent countless hours chasing frisbees and, like today, catching pucks on the ice. There are tons of places to get coffee and books, but only within walking distance if I like a long, hilly hike. I will be thinking about that when we finally get around to looking for house number two.

And, while I don't pretend to be living in a big metropolitan city, I forget just how woodsy it is here. I am reminded quickly, like on Monday when our neighbor spent a few hours outside boiling the head of a deer.

Yuck.