xmas 1959

i've always been a sissy

merry xmas

a fine evening with las personas especiales and the dogs and an occasionally pissed-off cat ---

with an idiot for a president, i feel like we are in deeper shit than we realize --- which is making for a very unsettled sort of xmas

fkn teevee

the republic is doomed

full moon solstice

my niece and i declared an xmas truce so i could take her and the young'uns to the botanical garden light show --- it was good to see her and catch up a little on her life as it is in the middle of a divorce from an idiot  

it's a dog's life

i gave gulliver some sunshine today, which he enjoyed --- 10 yrs old, identified as a Saint Bernard / Welsh Corgi, Cardigan mix, which may or may not be just somebody's edumacated guess

somebody has already walked czar, so i just said hey to him, but told him he got his picture in the paper as the ajc's "atl humane society pet of the week" ---

mr branch rounded the corner and froze when he saw his reflection in the glass --- too much going on outside for some of the guys --- heavy construction just a few hundred yards away on both sides 

a sweet hound dog puppy eye, cuz the puppy was too wiggly to photograph properly


but i'm worn out after walking six dogs, plus i walked over there and back --- mr fitbit is happy (but never satisfied)

avery address labels are the bomb

i don't do this much, but in june i got a little  het up and ran off some of these, using ordinary address labels --- i have been very impressed with how the two that somebody didn't peel off have survived, one on the back of a "lane closed" sign and the other on a fender of the trailer with the flashing lights --- the trailer and sign are moved almost every day, but the workmen that do that haven't felt a need to peel off the sticker ---

yesterday my message was augmented by a nicely sized and nicely placed sticker that i think says "gold teef" --- i think that is supportive but am not sure

section 106 with tullie

rooney treated us to an evening at the history center --- the a cappella singing in the tullie smith house was purty swell, especially the original (1835) arrangement of amazing grace, and the lament for george washington, who died on this day in 1799

happy holidays!

thinking about being in california for new years eve

the dog pound

if i needed a dog right now, i would take this little man home --- two  yrs old, got picked up by the real dog pound under unknown circumstances, but managed to get himself taken to the humane society --- he's just waiting now

ellie mae was very glad to get outside and then wanted to play when we got back in --- she came from south georgia somewhere

gulliver is around ten years old and a mellow old sweet pie --- also from south georgia --- i love them all

bow wow wow

this is hickory, about six months old, been at the pound for a week, and just thoroughly freaked out about the whole thing --- he's got a nice raised bed like the rest of the dogs, but just cowers on top of a drainage grate in a little alcove at the back of his unit --- i walked him a little bit yesterday, but he was awfully skittish --- couldn't quit thinking about him laying on that grate, so i took some towels over today for a nest and gave him a short walk until he freaked at a clanging trash can --- got him back inside and i sat down on the floor with him and scratched behind his ears for a while, for which i think he was most appreciative --- i don't think he'll stay there long

update, 12/17 --- hickory got adopted over the weekend

back to the pound

finally got my training in their dog-walking routine and a good orientation to a lot of other things that i wasn't sure about --- walked a couple of dogs, one so askeered she had to be coaxed out of her pen, the other so exuberantly glad to be out of his that he almost had me on the ground --- i may stay with the smaller ones --- i forgot to photograph them

got my volunteer t-shirt and they've ordered the monogrammed apron, so i guess i'm official now --- i've felt a little awkward when i've been out there, not knowing quite what to do --- now i can go anytime, look at the big board to see when each pup has been walked, pick one that needs it, and take it out --- i

time for manuels

i was sitting across the table waiting on my veggie burger when mr tavern man took this image of the daily special --- michael said it was good

and in other news, frank is now fran, which is a fairly big shock to those who worked with him/her at nps

"the fabled Lloyds Bank turd"

a 7 inch viking coprolite

an excursion

guinness and i met a crew from channel 11 at the hart cemetery this afternoon --- they're doing one of their "mystery places" segments or something like that --- will air in february --- i hope dog makes the cut, in spite of his trying to wet the camerman's tripod as soon as we got there

and also too the zygopetalum burst into bloom today --- joining the chocolate oncidium and the dendrobium, also in bloom, with the space man oncidium on the verge --- it is really fine that orchids are at their best over the winter

fall

r.i.p.

paul sanger died this morning, age 79 or so --- he's been a fixture at metropolis for as long as i've lived here --- almost a caricature of the southern gentleman, but he was the real thing ---  a mellifluous voice and a droll sense of humor --- and always "dressed," one way or the other --- i'm not sure that i ever saw him without a jacket, worn with bermuda shorts in the summer (and once with gym shorts) --- he'll be missed

and iris has been gone six years today --- this image was taken at her 90th birthday doo-dah --- her last year wasn't all that, as far as she was concerned, and she died in her bed, presumably in her sleep, which might have been her first and foremost wish in terms of location and timing for her demise

and i can't help but think of john, since tomorrow is his birthday --- i still miss him every day



In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me

grateful dead

wintre is coming

a fine late fall day, with the sun creeping closer to its southern horizon --- 

the fragrance of chocolate from this unit is purty great right and the dendrobium's first stem is in full flower, with two more coming along, meaning it will blossom into the new year