windy enough to jostle the swing and ruin the focus

Definitely Not Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood

It’s supposed to be spring, but it is cold and gray today.  Still, Sigyn and I have left the creaky human female at home and have come out for a little walk.  It was Sigyn’s idea, but I had to come with her because sometimes I wonder how safe the neighborhood really is.

I mean look a this freshly-turned soil in Neighbor’s yard.  About 8 feet of it.


Everyone on the block is pretty sure he offed a basketball player…


While I’m checking out this suspicious mound, Sigyn has drifted down to the park to swing.

Poor Sigyn.  It’s cold, it’s windy, and there’s no one to push her.


Hang on, sweetie.  Loki’s coming.

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