Norton has decided to start pooping under my hammock. Mom thinks it’s funny. The poor little fellow doesn’t want to poop in the blazing hot sun. He needs shade to do his business.
However, I fail to see the humor. I like to read in the hammock and occasionally fall out of it. That’s supposed to be a reading zone, not a pooping zone.
Maybe I should post a “No Pooping Zone” sign.
Ben is not a morning dog.
I woke up around 5:30. After a great deal of coaxing, I managed to get Ben out of bed. He walked outside and immediately collapsed on the patio.
I tried reasoning with Ben. I told him, if he would get up and use the bathroom then he could go back inside and sleep on the bed. A bed is a lot more comfortable than a patio. Ben ignored me and rolled over onto his side.
That obviously wasn’t working. I then walked over to Ben and started to push him a bit. He groaned loudly, but did mange to get on his feet. He walked five feet into the grass, took care of his business, and then went back inside the house.
Ben is sleeping on the couch now. The poor dog, he just wasn’t ready for it to be morning.
I decided to go off roading this week and my mom was riding in the Jeep with me. We went down an old dirt road that was full of large holes.
I was just about to compliment my mom for not getting nervous and for handling the situation so well. However, at that moment we hit a large hole in the road and the Jeep tilted right a good bit. My mom immediately cried out, “I think I’m going to have a heart attack!”
I started laughing and told her I was just about to say how good you were doing on this trip. Oh well, maybe next time.
In 1980, I was seven years old and a student at Mannheim Elementary School in Mannheim, Germany. My teacher assigned a creative writing project in which we would predict what life would be like in the year 2000.
That was twenty years into the future, which seemed like an eternity to me. I thought about it for a few minutes and then I began writing.
The first thing I said was that I would probably be dead of old age by then. I also wrote about people having personal robots to do all the housework and having their own spaceships to travel to other planets for vacation.
Well, I am glad to say that I did not die of old age by the year 2000. However, I would like to have a personal robot and a spaceship.
These pictures tell a funny story.
This picture was taken November 1958. The girl on the right is Kathy, my aunt. It’s her birthday, so the cake is for her. The girl on the left is Rita, my mother. She is obviously upset about not having her own cake. Just look at that face.
This picture was taken later that same day. There are two things that really stand out to me.
- My grandparents were poor and they didn’t have money to buy birthday gifts for Kathy. However, my grandmother worked hard to make the day special. She baked a cake, curled Kathy’s hair, and dressed the girls in their best clothes.
- My mom is no longer frowning. Instead, she is now smiling and has her own cake. If you look close, you will see my mom’s cake is bigger than Kathy’s. Obviously, my mom was capable of throwing some epic fits in her younger years. How else would she end up with a cake bigger than the birthday girl’s cake. I think my mom was an extremely difficult child.
The dogs like to dig holes in our backyard. Yesterday, one of the dogs filled their hole with a bunch of toys. I though it was kind of funny and I wonder what they were thinking when they did it.
After apologizing for my bad behavior, this seemed like an appropriate song.