My oldest, Jelly Jar, has repossessed her digital camera. After all, it is HER'S as I was reminded this weekend. From here on out all the photos are going to have to come from those that I have saved and haven't used yet. These shadow pics are from when spring first arrived in the form of 12 shadow boxes. The boxes are cast every evening for two weeks from my bay window to the far wall of my living room. The appearance of the shadow boxes not only signals the arrival of spring, they also tend to signify a change in my life that goes far beyond the changing of the seasons. (Of course I attach symbolic significance to them, I attached symbolic significance to everything... almost)
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My dog (pictured above) has a penchant for eating interesting things. Tonight while he was relieving himself, I could tell he had once again scarfed down another non-food item. It was the prolonged squatting position that gave it away. I will credit him for holding the position perfectly for a good five minutes while he waited (in vain) for the next turd to fall.
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I started to sing my own weird Al version of a Bob Marley song. "I don't want to wait in vain for your shit ," to the dog.
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Dawg didn't think it was funny. Dawg thinks Bob Marley is sacred and definitely not suitable material for a Weird Al parody What ever it was, it was stuck and he couldn't push it all the way out of his butt.
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Over the winter I developed a nifty technique for extracting my kids sweat socks (which he eats regularly, whole) from his ass when he is unable to do it himself.
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Tonight I perfected technique and I think I should apply for a patent. When I saw dawg struggling, I quickly found two sticks in the front yard, made my way over to him, put his head between my thighs, and lifted his tail.
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With one hand (mind you) I used the sticks like chopsticks to grab and yank a very colorful blue sponge out of the dog's ass! I told my friend later that I might be ready to deliver babies now.
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on another note. The rest of the story.
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If you are one of the few folks who reads this godforsaken blah blah of this blog, you might remember the true story I posted a couple of weeks ago about a hit and run accident I came upon. A colleague from our school to the south called me today and proceeded to read aloud a letter to editor that appeared in Sunday's paper. The letter was from an elderly couple who wanted thank the bystanders, firemen, police and ambulance crew who assisted them when they were recently involved in a hit-and-run- accident. The couple even made sure to include the date and location of the accident so that the folks who they were thanking would know they were being thanked.
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Most importantly, they wanted everyone who helped to know that they were ok and they apprehended the guy who hit them.
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That was good.
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Also, its expected that some of those rubber duckies will wash up on the coast of Maine and mass. Go to the cheeks lumen site on yahoo 360 and click on the link to the London news article.
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