THE HORRIBLE LONLINESS ENDS

It's 7:17 and going to be 90 degrees today. Junior is asleep on a couch downstairs in the living room. Patrick is up here with me, instead of sleeping with Junior. I don't know why. It's cooler down there. I think he wants to be close to the computer to get emails from his vacationing friend. I don't know.

The Ruckus yesterday in the Dogyard is no longer a mystery. Found a dead juvenile coon in Gunner's enclosure. The Hybrids would have consumed it with probably no trace perhaps other than the tail, but the Huskies just kill, don't eat: coons, possums and birds.. The little devil had escaped, why he returned I don't know, but it eliminates some dumb genes from the local coon gene pool. But I guess that doesn't work as evidenced by the hundreds that manage to get themselves run over while crossing on these country roads. Can you calculate the inestimable odds of getting run over on a country road that maybe sees 30 vehicles in a day on a GOOD day? They must position themselves in the tire lanes and cover themselves with road camo!

More later. Got to do the Saturday errands in town, and hunt for some plastic pink flamingoes to take camping at Geobash. Don't want to take my cast iron antique ones for fear of them getting stolen. Need to get to Wal*Mart early so as to avoid anybody from town that I know, especially ex-wives. I can never go armed to town any more for fear of killing somebody in a hate-filled crazed impulse should they speak to me in the wrong tone of voice. Have you ever been so enraged that the whole world turned blood-red? Like in a horor movie? Then you know what I mean.

The life of a hermit-sociopath is generally peaceful, but has it's pitfalls to be avoided also.

A second round of Spring Flowers at the Dogyard will bloom this week, they're getting ready. I'd really like to post some images of them if Blooger will allow. So far, it won't. Tried downsizing, that dosn't work either. Guess you just have to catach it aat the right time...