Two old dogs

Just me and the dog. Not a great conversationalist. Not good at much anything but eating. Can barely move, since the back two legs only work some of the time. Today he has three times failed to make it to his "bathroom" after years of being pretty much in control of that situation. I am not a happy camper.

The dog seems to be going downhill fast. But he is not quitting. He still barks for dinner and treats. He still tries to get away when I try to pick him up. No longer chases after the squirrels and other dogs. But if he sees them, he will bark at them.

He is not my friend. He never brought me my slippers or newspaper. This has probably been caused at least in part by the fact that I have no slippers and the papers we get are bigger than the dog, but I don't see that as an excuse. His devotion to me is clearly the result of my slovenly eating habits and my over-generosity with the Scoobie Snacks.

It sounds crass, but I am coming to the belief that he needs to go to "the farm."

40th High School Reunion

My 40th high school reunion is this summer.  I have been heavily involved in getting it organized.  I find it strange that more of my classmates are not excited about the prospect.  For many of us, this could be the last chance we get to see each other. 

Some of us apparently never really like high school (I didn't), and never liked our classmates (with few exceptions, I thought that was me, too).  I learned differently at the 25th and 38th reunions.  There were people at each that I never knew I liked, and others that I definitely never thought liked me.   Turns out I was wrong.  That was definitely cool. 

Let there be no mistake.  I left that town thirty some years ago because I didn't really "fit."  The pond was just too small, and somehow I felt like a different sort of fish than what makes that pond a home.  I am perfectly happy 1400 miles away.  I will be content never to return after this one last party.  But this will be a nice closure.  I hope I don't get all misty.

On second thought, who cares?

Independence Day

I really can't remember the last time that Independence Day fell exactly in the middle of a week.  Very odd.  

Anyway, independence is an odd thing, too.  It sounds like it involves total freedom and absence of responsibility.  It can, but if it does, it soon degenerates to chaos.  Not really "independence," since everyone then spends all their time avoiding being trampled by a mob.  The independence that this day celebrates is more like the independence to be responsible and disciplined on your own, without following the commands of someone else.  I haven't received a handwritten illuminated scroll yet, buy I think my son is declaring that sort of independence these days.  That's cool, but disturbing, too.  I can finally commiserate with King George.  Why don't my children want ME to make their decisions for them?

Ah, well, maybe there will be fireworks tonight.  I like fireworks.

Hello World!

That's what all we computer literate types write when we start off a new program.  So, apparently, that is what I have just done.  I am not sure I have anything to say, or even to ruminate about.  But at least I can now that this blog is here.

Cya later, World!