Tuesday Bag o’ Anthropomorphism
Sorry, I can’t help it. None of us can. When we look at dogs we see ourselves in them, no matter how often scientists warn us against attributing human feelings, thoughts, and emotions to non-human animals.
First Post of 2015!
Donna was in bed by 10:00 PM on New Year’s Eve, but Polly and I rousted her out just before midnight to see the first snowfall of the winter. It was still coming down a minute later, making it the first snowfall of 2015 as well. We heard a few gunshots mixed in with the firecrackers, also […]
Smells Like Christmas Spirit
I’m not one to quote Bible verses, but Isiah 11:6 came strongly to mind when I glanced over at the couch last night and witnessed this peaceful scene: Another quote came simultaneously to mind, this one by Ronald Reagan: “Trust, but verify.” Clearly, the Christmas Truce has begun.
Family Thanksgiving Photoblog
Donna and I spent most of Thanksgiving week in Las Vegas, Nevada, visiting our son Gregory, daughter-in-law Beth, and grandson Quentin. Taylor, our granddaughter, stayed in Seattle for the holiday so we didn’t get to see her this trip, but our daughter Polly and her boyfriend David drove up from Ajo, Arizona, so we were […]
Evil Twitter, Saintly Dogs
I’m souring on Twitter. It’s still of use as a check on breaking news, but god, so many assholes piling on other assholes. It’s not just #gamergate: the other day I read a long series of tweets that seemed to be accusing actor Rainn Wilson of being a rapist. That was news to me, so I Googled it: apparently Wilson […]
Local Color
Donna and I wake up around six. Our bed is situated so that the first thing we see is the sun coming up through the sliding glass patio door in our bedroom wall. I jumped out of bed a few mornings ago, put on a bathrobe, and went out through the patio door to take photos. […]
Doggie Drive-Thru
But first, another visit to the dermatologist: seven new freeze blisters on my face plus a bloody spot below my eye where he cut out a divot to send for a biopsy. It’ll likely turn out to be a basal cell skin cancer and have to be cut out. More stitches, another scar. This will be number six. So […]
Saturday Bag o’ Catch-Up
Home from my travels, trying to get back in the blogging swing. Which sounds like a piece of recreational sex equipment. Come join me on the blogging swing, baby. I’m outraged at so many things, but nothing I say … nothing twenty thousand equally outraged bloggers might say … will stay human idiocy from its appointed […]