Not a wet horse blanket, but the downstairs always has a trace of kennel smell. Hound dawg spends nights there. This morning: faint Pepe Le Pue. I thought what’s he done… But there at the breakfast table right in front of my nose was the culprit. Aromatic flowers, the variety of which I know not. It’s a deluxe and beautiful bouquet just delivered from the florist. Happy anniversary darhling !
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it’s no thang
People, like cats, would appear to be averse to precip and wetness. The dawg doesn’t care. A jogger doesn’t mind either. Running can be enjoyed in all seasons. (as long as he has a hat for the brow) Yesterday’s fine spring weather brought showers after only a mile or two of my lakeside trail loop. I was not concerned except for the fact that my car key, an electronic gizmo, was riding in my trunks and trying to maintain a reasonable dry state. Mental note: bring a plastic sandwich baggie next time. I became worried that the car would be immobilized. The battery cell powered FOB is the only way to gain access. A keyhole is a thing of the past… B.O.Y.R.Girl came to mind. Her arm band mounted MP3 pod didn’t take to the rain at all. The ear phones now exclusively play the sounds of the seashore. Phsssst. Does the U.L. test for these events? Loaded up with mobile phone, digital camera, pocket pc — it could get expensive without an umbrella.
Russian Ark
Russian History presented in a single magnificent take – the longest uninterupted shot in the history of cinema. (subtitled)
lose the hat
The Leonard Decapario Pan Am uniform look is toast. Effective immediately hats are no longer required sez the memo. The younger guys are thrilled. They will be able to show of their stylish locks with out the dread of hat hair. Me? I will need to get me some SPF15.
all systems are GO
June 16th is launch date!
Stand-by for destinations, fares, and schedules T.B.A. in the next month. Much media hoopla anticipated.
Fargo
Jogging in North Dakota. I picked up the Fargo Recreational Trail at 2nd Street South and turned right. The path is paved wide and open to the grass and trees of the Red River of the North’s flood plain. Flat grade and goes for miles. The trees are still bare now in mid April, but this is what it looks like during prime time. Nice! Who sez there is nothing to do in Fargo!
and scenes from the wild
the yellow pollen from pines coats a fine layer on everything. The stuff settles on the roadway and is kicked up like dust by passing vehicles. Too large to make you sneeze but it sure is dirty. It’s that time of year. Rain helps to settle it but the only relief is for bio-degrade. Keep windows closed.
clumsily trying to split firewood to make kindling. I whacked my finger when the ax head droped on it. e-yow. I wondered that my ancestors, who used to depend on wood to cook by, might think that I was from the city.
sounds of two brothers chattering away in espaniol in the showers at the comfort station and then spontaneiously singing the chorus from Disco Inferno
the R.V. across the road from us with full water and electrical hookup. christmas tree lights strung the length of their awning. and blinking…
lavendar. meri macs or lylacks growing wild in the woods. you should bottle the smell.
night watch
The last time I had moored a boat and gone ashore for the night I woke up in the morning to find it slipped and no where to be seen. The lake had risen during the night and the dingy had drifted beyond my short horizon. So, with this lesson from years past, I slept less soundly with an ear to the ground. The boat draws 2 feet so I had secured it with a bow line and an 8 pound mushroom anchor off the stern. Sometime during the night and realizing changing conditions, I could hear light breeze in the tree tops and a new sound: small wavelets lapping on the shoreline. Time to make rounds. The boat in the surreal glow of the moon was riding easily with a gentle rocking motion but the previous calm was now a windward berth. I went back to camp, layed in the tent, trying to gauge changes in the wind realizing that if it really started to blow… we’d be in trouble. Next time haul out and put the boat on trailer for the night.
After a camp fire breakfast the wind did pipe up. The anchor began to drag, undersized for the conditions it was time to cut and run. It was KeystoneCops as S’man struggled with a line fouled in tree roots. I called for the ignition keys about then, thinking that it might be necessary to warm the engine. He heaved them but overshot the cockpit and they landed overboard into the drink. I wanted to cuss a blue streak (lucky they were attached to a floater) because the water was like ice and I was the one to be going after them! Glad to be doing this it in the daylight. Another lesson.
the next big thing
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assembly line
Prone, neck turned, eyes facing the new assistant the dermatologistÿpokes my forehead with a novocainÿneedle. The assistant, looks on, chest beginning to heave as if hyper ventilating.ÿ The Doc asks how I’m doin’ and I say, “fine — but what aboutÿ the young lady with the clip boardÿÿ:-) ” The blemish removalÿprocedure complete, he says to me (in seriousness). “you are now in post operative recovery mode — just lie flat there for a few…”, (as if I would go bolt upright, get dizzy and collapse backward). These words were no sooner uttered when he wished me good day and rushed from the little room heading for the next and then immediately theÿassistant, composure restored invited me, “you can sit up now”. Post-Op was maybe, oh, ÿ25 seconds ? Must have been a CYA kinda thing. Heading past the back office counter (accts payable) for the exit to lobby a large truck driver sized arm reaches out and across asÿto snatch my doctors papers, debit card and extract payment. No words spoken but a ‘hold up there not so fast buster’ÿ was implied. What a process.