Category Archives: animals

Beady Eyes in the Trees:
what the fuck is that?

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So, the other night, my wife and I were taking the dogs out and I had on my headlamp, as usual I always look around first, just in case. Not only have there been reports of coyotes trotting down our street, but we have all kinds of critters in the area, because we are surrounded by wooded areas– Possums, raccoons, foxes, armadillos….and I’m just cautious that way. I don’t like walking into a dark area, or having the dogs do that, without knowing what’s out there. Anyhoo….I was waiting, and sweeping my light around the trees, and noticed some beady … Continue reading →

Jae-Walking

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My new exercise program consists primarily of walking, (and sometimes Jumping to Conclusions). I prefer walking the golf course for several reasons: aesthetics (Not many parks around here–the golf course is the “parkiest” place, convenience–it’s just down the hill, the winding, undulating path gives variety to the muscle-workout, and I guess I have a secret desire to be beaned with a golf ball. There‘s a little old man on a golf cart who patrols the area; he’s more like the Hall Monitor than a Security Guard. My first encounter with him went something like this: He whirs up next to … Continue reading →

I Don’t Keep Hoardly Anything

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….Looking at the Hoard Mentality Every so often, when I’m doing Spring cleaning, or having guests over I want to impress, I look around and think: Hark! I might be mental. I think I’m a hoarder. I’m reorganizing and cleaning, and everywhere I have things that need a place to go, and then I ask myself, why do I have so many things? I know it is my lack mentality. I did without, and was always broke my whole life, and so now it’s a habit to hang onto things just in case. Every time I had let go of … Continue reading →

I Love My Shoes

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Yesterday, I wrote a blog about Biscuit, my cat who has S.A.D, O.C.D, and B.P.D. and EIEIO… My other cat, Shoes, found out, and was really pissed. I promised her I’d write a blog about her too, so here it goes. Shoes named herself. I saw her little white markings on her feet and thought of Socks and Boots but those were too trite. Then she climbed halfway in one of my shoes and mewed at me and I went. OhShoes, is it? So she named herself, and had a way of acting like I was pretty stupid not to … Continue reading →

Mental Biscuit

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After spending a good 16 hours in my basement office, my feet were stinging cold. When I climbed into bed to continue reading my John Varley novel, I kept being distracted by two thingsmy feet, of course, and my cat, Biscuit. I solved the feet problem by nuking one of those gel packs. My feet were then warming up under the covers, but Biscuit was still doing her best to let me know she knew it was bedtime, and thats when she begins her rituals. First, its blocking my path and mewing, and slithering in and out of my ankles. … Continue reading →