Hello, You Fools, I Love You

Single woman with dog. Note: Fernando waving his paw at his sisters and dad.

Doesn't Fernando look like the most precious pup ever in this pic?

These pics are of me and Fernando and intended for Mist, Tabs, Pip and Peter--knowing they are missing us so... Fernando is the cutest dog in the universe in the above pic. Don't you just want to cuddle and kiss him?

When I kissed my darling girls goodbye, as they headed out on their road trip east, Tabs forgot to mention she'd just caught a nasty cold. I kissed the little darling on her lips. Guess what? I am struggling with the virus now. It leaves one with an overall sick feeling and sore throat. It is putting a huge damper on my dance choreography plans. I have no energy and my legs and feet feel like cement :(

I finally went to my massage therapist about my leg. She is a genius. As usual, my IT band is way too tight and has wrecked both my right knee and hip joints (pulled out of alignment). She really helped me but stressed that I have to cut back on my running and do way more stretches.
 It really is Zumba. I was fine with the amount of running I do until I added all this dance on top of it. But I love the dance and don't want to cut back--I can't if I want to try and teach. So, I have decided to take out one run a week. I hope that is enough.

Really enjoying Dirty Radio--their music makes me want to dance!
Writing and dancing all week. I won't talk about the writing aspect of my life because it is so dull.

What to do with this blog? Lately I feel that the blog makes me feel too vulnerable--my life is too public to feel good about. Although I do edit my life considerably for this blog. However, I am addicted to writing about my life--a continuing photo essay of my life with my family. It is a 21st C blogging dilemma. I want to retreat sometimes and close the curtain on my life yet one cannot let a blog just go...all that work, all the writing and photos. How to make my work a physical authority(a text that can be passed down from one generation to another)? I write about this in my thesis. How online authors of online works feel the fragility of their work's lack of physical authority--how to save it all?