In 1971 I acquired a full-grown collie bitch I named Loretta Maude (mod) after the Beatle's song. She was a nice dog and a neighbour's big, yellow dog would break his chain and come over to play with her. The neighbour was using this big dog to guard his large patch of marijuana, perhaps, or he was just a jerk, but when LM was hit by a car and died I promptly went and stole the yellow dog and named him Aurens. He was possibly the best dog I ever had: intelligent, protective, handsome. However, this post isn't about good dogs, it's about
The Worst Dog Ever
My little sister saw a tiny, fluffy puppy in a shop, and nothing would do but that she had to take it home. We'd never in our lives had a dog from a shop. The attendant said the puppy had been dumped there by someone who'd snuck into the pet department to rid himself of an unwanted litter so this wasn't a purebred or a puppy-mill dog, but a cast-off underdog, so it went home with us.
Every few weeks or months Becky, as she was called by my sister, would change appearance entirely, as though she were constantly being remade from a grab-bag of assorted yet unrelated dog parts. As a teenaged dog her underlying conformation revealed itself: very lanky and skinny, with an exceedingly long tail. Then her fur was sleek and her long tail covered with short hair except for a bizarre fringe only about two hairs deep that was at least two inches long. Later her coat became more curly and less sleek and her tail bore a thick, very thick, fringe. She was brown and about 24" at the withers.
You can tame a wolf but you can do nothing with a coyote, and it was my belief that Becky was half coyote. She regarded humans as something not part of her world. You could call, 'Becky!' until hoarse but she would never come - it wasn't that she didn't know what you wanted, just that she wouldn't. IF you had food and IF she were hungry and IF she wanted to then maybe she'd come. Or maybe she wouldn't. Even the other dogs were annoyed by her.
Many years ago - perhaps 35 years ago or so - I was at the seaside in Delaware and I saw a hawk swoop in over the sea, dip down, and rise carrying a dripping and writhing fish. It made a huge impression on me though I didn't know what the bird was.
Years afterward - 20 years ago -I was in a car with my husband, his friend, and the friend's wife. For some unremembered reason I related the story of seeing the bird. I didn't know what to call it so I referred to it as a 'sea hawk.' It was a hawk, on the sea, and there must be something called a sea hawk since Seattle's football team bears that name. Mrs. Husband's-Friend said witheringly, 'What's a sea hawk?' in a 'You are an idiot' fashion (not far off the truth as I am idiotic at times). I clammed up as I wasn't sure what a sea hawk was.
Anyway, I know now. Obviously osprey were in my destiny :-D
On Thursday the new neuro requested I get an MRI on head and on neck because 'it's very unusual' that nothing has ever shown up in an MRI although it is almost assuredly m.s. (it's what I least want to have, so in my way of thinking OF COURSE it's what I have).
Yesterday. Lots of thunder in the morning, clear, then massive storm afternoon and into the night with lightning and some pretty extreme crashing thunder. This is after the worst. I stayed offline in case the power got weird.
I bit off more than I could chew today, and unwisely did laundry. I made it, finally, though not without great struggle, only finishing at about 4:30. One medium-sized load. Hah - yesterday's heat effect lingered, and had me a bit weaker and worserer, but I managed. Take THAT ill wind of sad fates!
Life these days is a series of badly-done Sisyphean tasks, unfortunately.
On my quest to find a cow's milk substitute I have landed upon this and raise upon its shores the standard of Os, claiming it as my own. Delicious unlike soy milk, yet with no untoward consequences like almond milk.
Officials in Afghanistan, where an amateur video was filmed of a woman being shot to death, believe she was executed because two Taliban commanders had a dispute over her, according to the governor of the province where the killing took place.
Both apparently had some kind of relationship with the woman, said Parwan province governor Abdul Basir Salangi.
"In order to save face," they accused her of adultery, Salangi said.
Then they "faked a court to decide about the fate of this woman and in one hour, they executed the woman," he added.
I've been watching Game of Thrones, which was good up until the zombies appeared. After that it's everything but the kitchen sink in a compendium of conventional freak show characters and shocking-not, overused plot devices. I carry on by dint of my overwhelming adoration of its title sequence.
Just off the top of my head it sports zombies, dragons, wolves, incest, more incest, sadism, shadow people, witches, infernal childbirth, paraplegia, eunuch-ism, torture by rat a la 1984, severed heads on pikes, infanticide, scary little girls, tomboy-ism, court intriguers, whore house proprietors, sibling rivalry, bastards, dubious parenting techniques, dwarfism, and perhaps most distasteful people grasping the sharp ends of swords.
It's worth watching but only just, if you can keep from rolling yer eyes out of their sockets.
I'm from a very bookish family and always had several books on the go, esp. enjoying reading all of an author or subject serially and having a taste for well-written yet obscurish works. When I stopped being able to get in libraries and book shops Jim made it so the local library corporation sent me my choices by post. Then after a spate of purloined letters and packages the house got a locked box and books didn't fit in. :( I was still buying new and used books online but stopped that due to impecuniousness and thwhatnot. I started having real difficulty using books at all as my physical state deteriorated. End result: I mostly just read New Yorkers.
When Enj visited in June she gave me a Kindle, and that has made reading physically possible as well as moved literary works within my reach. Thank you, Enj.
Right now I'm reading a Fay Weldon that's a kind of new Decameron- stories as fun from characters at a spa (plague stood in plAce by bird flu and computer worm). Gawd typeratin on the pod is wearing.
Update: I just saw online that in the USA it's called The Spa, but is actually titled The Spa Decameron. Apparently they think no one has read The Decameron or something.
'A NASA-sponsored researcher at the University of Iowa has developed a way for spacecraft to hunt down hidden magnetic portals in the vicinity of Earth. These portals link the magnetic field of our planet to that of the sun.'