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field guide

Not exactly hunters or woodsman and certainly without Indian blood we tracked (and found) a lost Lab pup.  With fresh 1-2 in. snow powder on the trail the dog made (wandering) tracks. At times there were several from which to distinquish and differentiate. Some weren’t at all fresh. There were big paws with long gates, others closely spaced with pixie shapes. Right where the tracks ended — there was our stray. Neat.

what is it boy?

Explain this mixed-up dog behavior. Can’t figure it for whenever the newly installed microwave beeps the dawg comes a-runnin’ like we called him. Tail wagin’ and ready for action something we don’t understand what. It’s like a Pavlov thing but the OLD oven had beeps and whistles too and he never cared less. It’s not like we give him food out of it…

The door bell ring sets him off to barking, of course. He understands the rumbling from the electric garage door opening. Dawg knows the sound of the kitchen phone desk drawer and the rustle of car keys therein. Amazingly, he can even distinguish the unique beat of our make and model vs other car brands passing by.  Why is he confused about the microwave?

no time for misbehavin’

Oh this is going to be good… The Microwave just packed it in. How are we to survive? The children have never known life without one. It will be like camping out inside our house. Timed just for the holidays and not part of the christmas budget we may have to tough it out — or at least until the madd shoppers of the season subside.

look out!

Analyzing the contributing factors we decided that the guy acted stupid. He could have lost his life for it. All accidents are a combination or series of mistakes leading up to the grand finale. Needless to say the hearts of driver and target (nearly a statistic) went a-flutter. The man, nearly flattened, was on a bike. Our 4000# hauler would have survived (rule of physics). Stupid because he disregarded every rule cliche you’ve ever heard during some corny ‘how to ride a bike safe and sane’ AV:
Riding at night.
Riding without lights.
Riding without reflective gear.
Riding on the wrong side of the road
Riding with one’s head up and locked
( and no helmet on it neither )
The last one is the biggie and I give him benefit of doubt that he was a novice — a man who last took to two wheels umpteen years ago and was now riding his kid’s conveyance because his car was out of commissh or something. Anybody who has ever been on foot in and around vehicular traffic knows (has learned) to respect cars. Right or wrong, the other guy is considred an menace or impaired or he just plain doesn’t see you. Cars win. You might be in the right but you’ll be dead right. Well, let’s just say that now he’s clued in. Luckily the chain of events were broken and this: ‘that was a close one’ — averted — but not without a thrill.