... and it keeps staring at me. My ex was giving me a hard time about keeping these dogs for the weekend, because he staunchly maintains that I do not like dogs. That is not, in fact, true. I love dogs. I am not super-fond of dogs I can't seem to control, for all the obvious dog- and carpet-related reasons, as well as because I just like to control things. (Heh.) We used to have a dog, and he was... well... he was a darling, really. Very sweet. But let's just say that I am a paragon of mental stability next to that dog. That dog had separation anxiety and herding insticts that made him...
I really like dogs. And I really like my friends. So I offered to keep my friends' dogs while they go away for the weekend, on account of it's a big furry likefest amongst people and dogs alike! And also because I smoke an awful lot of crack sometimes. Haha! I kid. Smoking is a nasty habit. I prefer shooting up, as it keeps the surrounding air unsullied. I'm sorry. I'm just a tad punchy right now. Perhaps because I am completely exhausted from--*time check*--two hours with the dogs. I may need to call for reinforcements before Sunday. It all seemed so simple. Sure, I'd be happy to take your...
Something very exciting is going to happen to me, tomorrow. I'd thought that my recent trip was all the fun one person could stand in a lifetime, let alone a single week, but there is no stopping this. Ready or not, time is marching onward. Actually, a whole bunch of exciting things are happening tomorrow, if you want to get technical about it. It's pretty much going to be a non-stop bonanza of ECSTASY around here! Wooooooo! You're jealous. It's okay; I understand. It's a natural response. Don't hate me because my life is thrilling! Anyway, tomorrow. Let's see. Oh, right! Tomorrow morning...
Do you remember those commercials they used to run on TV every Summer--I don't know who sponsored them, maybe the Humane Society?--that would start out with someone cracking an egg onto the sidewalk, and the deep male voiceover voice says, "It's hot outside. Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. Hot enough to FRY A DOG'S BRAIN." And then they cut to a shot of poor Fido, trapped in the backseat with the window just barely cracked, and they'd talk about how dangerous it is to leave your dog in the car on hot days. I had a dream this morning where I thought I'd woken up and booted up my...
Some days unfold seamlessly--the hours slipping by, flowing from one moment into another and requiring no effort or vigilance. They just are, and in them, so are you. Some days feel impossible and endless--the minutes dragging, the effort just to keep putting one foot in front of another feeling herculean. They feel like slow strangulation, every instant a choice between fighting for breath or succumbing. Somewhere inbetween are the ghost days. Ghost days are crowded. Ghost days are complicated by memories made sentient. Ghost days are colored with regret, laden with doubt. Ghost days can't...
Every now and then, grace sneaks up on me when I'm not looking. I don't mean when I'm plucking my eyebrows or squeezing a zit or anything; even grace isn't that miraculous. But when I most need it, and least expect it, I am occasionally--quite unexpectedly--blessed. Two days ago I stumbled upon the ability to let go, and the most amazing part is that I was spitting mad when it happened. I mean I was mid-birthing-live-kittens angry. But then, I suppose that's why we so often refer to grace as amazing. A recent event in my life has left me asking WHY? for the last couple of weeks. On the heels...
There was a huge and impressive thunderstorm tonight, which began as I loitered by my side door, waiting for a friend to come pick me up. I was being dragged to a BBQ. As I watched the rain pummel the earth and blinked against the lightning, I noticed that my recently-cleaned gutters were simply not up for the deluge. Were the gutters blocked, or just overwhelmed? I was mesmerized, trying to puzzle it out. It doesn't matter, of course; either way, the end result is the same. They couldn't handle it. The reason is immaterial. But I'm a fan of reason(s), and lack of it leaves me feeling lost....
The thing about some of your more nerdy areas of study is that SOMEONE realized, somewhere along the way, that there would perhaps have to be a greater draw for folks than, say, the joys of higher-order calculus or what have you. Sure, some folks would be drawn to these professions no matter what. But for others, there would have to be some bennies. Which is why the very geekiest scientists have technical conferences in Hawaii. Woo! So, once upon a time I was married to a science geek, and he was sent to Maui to present a paper at a conference. His trip was paid for, and all we had to do was...
Wow, nothing gets the crickets chirping like a grown woman crying her eyes out. Half my readership, struck silent in an instant! And for my next trick, I shall hurl racial epithets while trying to convert you to the Church Of Pitypartiology! Or not. Because, um, there may just not be enough crickets in the world for that. Anyway, your indulgence is/was much appreciated. I'm not quite through wallowing, but I'll do my best to keep it to a minimum. Over the last few days I was blind-sided not once, not twice, but THREE times (a laaaadyyyyyy...) (apparently, for me, a symptom of distress is the...
