DOG HAUS?

This is my favorite fence in the neighborhood. I will have to try harder for a good photo.

Until a couple of days ago, I had never heard the Emerson quote, "The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it." I've been playing around with this idea as a lens with which to view my own life and situation. There are some good things in my life and my tendency, at this point in the cycle of underemployment, is to let the fear of money, not having any, color every thing. To be despondent and sometimes to be without motivation. It is simple enough in times like these, and the gulag weather and the world news don't help, to just dive into the dark side.

This time, I am trying to be grateful for the things I have. No Miep, but a nice new kitty. Cooder. My mom. A great CD collection. Relative health.

My friend thB who is a striving, aspiring actor, wrote me a note this morning, encouraging me/us to be Warriors not Worriers. She reminded me to stay in the moment and not spend quite so much time in the future. I think I might be able to pull some of this off, as long as I can take some sleeping meds. When the head hits the pillow, and thoughts begin to drift, the spiny fingers of fear grab ahold and do not let go.

Cooder looks so tough in pictures like this. She is finding it difficult to get attention. Emmylou follows me like a faithful dog or Mary's little lamb. But I did give Cooder a few minutes of petting while I drank my coffee.




Do you think this says "dog balls" or "dog baus"?

I went out and did laundry at one of those big laundry centers instead of dropping it off. Probably saved ten bucks. But it took a lot of time. And, as if it matters, I hate folding miles of laundry. I still have to put it away.

I took Tupie to the vet. Blood sugar is still too high. My god, if that cat were a sex worker, he would be a high echelon escort. Everyone loves him and coos over him.

So, now to put away laundry and do some HTML.

I filed my second to the last unemployment claim today. On Friday I got a notice telling me I was almost out of money. I was paying attention, but I can imagine not being so hip to things and finding that my meagre source of cash was about to dry up.

Dog balls indeed.