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Because I can't bear to eulogize Doug - 2008-08-19
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12:35 p.m. - 2004-07-19
My face is sloooowly coming back to life. It was cramping all weekend, but like the annoying twitches I consider this a positive sign. When I smile the right side of my mouth tilts up a little. This is good. Alex told me I looked creepy when I laughed. Creepy. Now there’s an adjective to shoot for! He’s got a new (potential) girlfriend and I can just see him explaining, “Um, try not to stare when you meet my mom, she’s creepy looking.” Thanks, Kid. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The neighbors got a dog a couple weeks ago. These are the people who have their cell phone ringer set at max volume and let it shrill all day. They are rarely home, a dog is going to get soooo much attention from them I’m sure. And all directives aimed at their kids are yelled in a really mean way. They’ve been taking the dog outside and yelling at it that it’s a bad dog for like 30 minutes at a time and then dragging it back in the house by its collar. Now they’ve started staking it out on the yard and letting it bark its head off. I cannot tell you how bad I feel for that dog and how much I LOATHE assholes who let their dogs bark all day and night. I resent other people’s pet noise anyhow, a badly raised dog is THE most annoying thing on the planet. Yap yap, howl, bark, I may never write another piece of fiction again. It’s the unfairness that really gets me. It’s unfair to the dog. A dog (or any pet for that matter) deserves to be trained and treated well. I know how it’ll go. They won’t teach the dog any manners, nor will they housebreak it properly. The dog will be left in the yard for longer and longer stretches of time and it will bark continuously. When it gets too cold to leave the dog outside they will lock it in a crate or the laundry room. Where it will bark continuously. This will go on until the dog destroys something and then they will take it to the pound where it will be another untrained grown dog that nobody will adopt because everybody wants puppies. In the meantime I will go stark staring mad because I have to listen to the dog 24/7 and will never get a break for my ears. Poor dog. Poor me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A further explanation of my snooping dilemma. I was not trying to smoke out lurkers. Though I DO appreciate those who ‘fessed up and am trying to send a note to those who left a contact point. I’m really behind in my correspondence. Sorry. Let’s just say there were other electronic fingerprints. I don’t want to go into a lot of detail, a good detective protects her sources. A few people asked for clarification on Netiquette. I’m no expert, but yeah, if you skew someone’s stats with a lot of archive diving I think the nice thing to do is leave a note saying you’d been there. In my case I’m always delighted to find someone who thinks my blah-dee-blah is interesting. So when someone comes in, reads a whole bunch and then leaves again without saying hello I’m left wondering. Did I offend? Do they hate me now? Do they think my stuff stinks and were only reading for the torture value? I’m paranoid and needy, not a good combo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few of my groundhog gnawed vines have sprouted new leaves and blossoms again. It’s far too late in the season for successful pumpkins or melons, but I truly admire my garden plants’ grit. By gum they are going for it whether the first frost will get them or not. No groundhog is going to keep them down. How’s that for a life lesson? Zen gardening. Chlorophyll philosophy. I’m learning more from my garden than I imagined. Good day to you, ~ LA the Stone Face Creep
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