There have been a number of wolf sightings in town lately. This isn't new. Apparently one was standing across from the town office the other day. That's just a block from here.
I keep thinking one will stop by. So this morning I looked out my office window, half expecting to see a wolf looking back at me. Half hoping.
It's a selfish hope and one that I immediately felt guilty about. I never want to see one in town. That's always bad news for wolves. For everything.
I tried to focus on other things.
But looking didn't help.
There were old tracks everywhere.
Speaking of old tracks, on this day in 2005 this blog was born. I'm grateful to those of you who stop by. Some of you have been humouring me since the beginning. Thank you.
While this blog has been quiet lately, life hasn't. For one, I've been preparing for Talking Fresh 9: Saskatchewan Poetry Summit, March 4-5, 2011, Luther College, University of Regina, featuring Karen Solie, Michael Trussler, Daniel Scott Tysdal and me. And worrying. The weather in early March can be horrible, the roads downright scary, and it takes forever to get to Regina at the best of times. I'll be squirrelly by the time I get there.