It's the blimp, it's the blimp! (No, just another year)

New Year's Eve was accompanied by a robust snowfall and a full moon, illuminating the woods in supernal twilight, all of which I welcome and regard as a propitious omen.

This is our place, which we affectionately refer to as "Wolfenbach" because of its situation on Wolf Creek Road in Winthrop WA. And this appelation may once again be appropriate, as the first Grey Wolves sighted in Washington State for almost a century live right here in the Methow Valley.

Poor 2009. Everyone I talk to pretty much universally regards it as a bad year, spitting "good riddance" after it. Perhaps Microsoft shall build their own version of the Goodyear blimp to celebrate the accomplishments of the past year, such as they are. I propose that they call it the "Badyear Blimp." Or to retread a term I have oft heard used in conjunction with 2009, "The Crap Zeppelin."

In any event, we have affixed a Pennsylvania Dutch Hex sign on the front of our house. This should ward off further evil times and perhaps even the local Jehovah's Witnesses.