My Dog is Chelsea

I feel as if my contributions to the blogosphere have reduced in number rather drastically of late. While this may be true, I hold the following as evidence that this lag is only temporary:
1) We’re moving. We spent our first night in the new place last night. It still reeks of wood [...]

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There is a great little yarn shop around the corner, and I dragged Asa in there yesterday so he could pick out the colors for a pair of socks I am going to attempt to knit for him. As we perused the options, we came across a knit felted dog bone for sale. [...]

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I started playing the trumpet when I was nine. I played for many years—all the way through high school and then a bit in college. Yes, I was a band nerd. While most kids dropped their instruments as soon as the requirement was eliminated circa seventh grade, I kept on tootin’. [...]

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Since my arrival in Portland, I’ve been sharing a room with my boyfriend in the basement of a single mother’s house. The rent is cheap and the mother and son are very nice, and that’s great, but a tiny little room in the dank and dark confines of a basement is less [...]

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