Among total Strangers
All of them hurried
Harder to lead, than to follow
Road food, road fools
What was with red cars?
Slowed down, sped up
Hungry, didn’t want to stop
False GPS road closure alarms
My five senses, ultimate skeptics
Back at home base, tired, thankful
My little girl dog became ill
Having trouble swallowing
Examined by our vet today
Maggie stayed there overnight
For further workup tomorrow
Hoping for the best outcome
Never had a pet duck. There were plenty of cats, dogs, chickens, calves, rabbits, and pigs. Not that I had anything against ducks.
When I grew up on the farm, there were so many mother cats with kittens, we kids struggled to name them all. One kitten was christened, “Little Bitty Wild Man,” another named “Meowy.” Then the genetic experiment went amiss, distemper struck, and only the strongest survived.
Inanimate objects like automobiles didn’t have personalities, but they did have quirks. Mostly due to deferred maintenance and a long succession of owners. Left rear doors closed reluctantly. Heaters worked, full-blast only–if at all. Windows wouldn’t roll down or up. Worn, three-speed stick shift linkages tested patience. Frequently stuck in second gear.
Nothing like the thrill of going into a skid on rain-slick roads, because one of the tires was bald. There was only money for used tires. Money is no longer the problem it once was. Procrastination, however, still is.
My laptop computer overheated and shut down for a long time before it was repaired. Other things took priority. I have two PC’s, and the laptop worked in 5-10 minute spurts, before it had to be shut down.
The worst quirk–it sometimes wouldn’t shut down, without the battery being removed. Why did I put up with it? I’ve put up with quirky things my entire life, and see them as challenges to overcome. I know, I’m not alone. Toilet tank handle jigglers, please raise your hands. Put them down. I can’t see them anyway.
Where have all the pet psychics gone? Once they proliferated the channels and talk shows. Have they disappeared into obscurity?
Why had my dogs suddenly stopped going on morning walks? “There were no bad dogs, only bad pet owners.” I understood Cesar Millan’s message.
What was different? Did I need to change my morning routine? Was it them? Or, was it me? Had they sensed the recent tropical storm? Was I over thinking the issue?
I needed the exercise and walked without them the past two mornings. The weirdest part was the sensation of them being there–even though they weren’t.
That’s my nickel’s worth. I hope the answer comes soon. I’m not nearly as interesting without Max and Maggie. It may simply be discomfort from summer heat and humidity.
I’ve blogged for almost six years. Blogging is a record of major events for that time period. Even, for things found to be irritating.
Negative expressions: A nickel holding up a dollar; gumming up the works. Hopefully my efforts, have been neither.
The bizarre title has little to do with the rest of this post. Other, than to say, it may have been inspired by the extreme amount of road kill seen this morning. It’s springtime here, nearly summer, and critters are on the move.
Yesterday, my dogs were barking, carrying on about something in the back yard. It turned out to be a black snake. Snakes keep the rodent population down, and this particular one, wasn’t the poisonous variety.
Rain is falling in torrents. The sun is shining full force. A dichotomy due to the two combatants–spring and summer, fighting for dominance.
More succinctly, it was yesterday afternoon and evening. As expected, ISP repair offered stock, recorded solutions–which included, “Most issues can be solved by going to our website.” An impossibility when the net was down.
Techs were allegedly working on the problem, clearance promised, first by 5 PM, then by 9 PM. What to do in the interim?
I caught up on some light reading. Refereed my two dog’s wrestling match. Neither lost their tempers, although it was touch-and-go at one instance.
Everything was cleared before their 9 PM commitment. By then, I was too tired to access the web.
The borderline is a good thing if you’re hankering for some Taco Bell.
If your cholesterol is borderline–fast food’s not a good choice. My annual physical is a little over a week away.
The gist of all this–I have to consume only poultry and fish, between now and then.
Starting after tonight’s roast pork loin dinner, with German potato salad, baked beans, and marinated coleslaw.
Time will tell if my dietary efforts pay off.
Another dietary concern involves my dog, Max. He certainly isn’t starving for food. Last night and today, I’ve caught him with baby turtles in his mouth.
They weren’t the sea-dwelling type, but rather, some species of land tortoise. In any case, they deserved a chance to grow into turtle adulthood.
Got my new glasses Friday. Seeing clearly, once again, was a good thing. Those that followed this blog knew I broke them Saturday, a week ago.
It’s gone from summer to fall, and back again to summer, in one short week. Influenced by those crazy nuts–Harvey and Irma.
Anyone with pets will attest to the difficulties of vacuuming pet hair. Our old vacuum succumbed, and the replacement was put to the test.
Due to our long-haired pooch, it wasn’t long before the beater bar on the new machine was wrapped with hair. Some of this could be blamed on the old machine’s failures–the new one working twice as hard.
All things considered, I wouldn’t want to be like Bill Murray in “Ground Hog Day,” and relive this week again.