Dear FARB,
Here is the perfect puppy for Brady.
And for incorrectly announcing that I would read at S&S? Here is the perfect puppy for you.
Confidential to FARB
Tag: dogs
St. Pawtrick’s Day Parade at The Compound
If only The Compound Hounds were as cooperative as those in Iowa.
..this is my life…
Thank goodness for dogs who like to snuggle for hours in bed and for the man who provided me many, many hours of reading material while I can’t do anything except read and sleep. THANK YOU, JOEL! You are fantastic.
Full Worm Moon
I have a crush on the moon. Full, crescent, high, low, white, red–doesn’t matter to me. I love the moon. I really wished I could have seen the full moon total lunar eclipse on Saturday night, but it was over by the time the moon rose in our Texas sky.
From space.com, some full moon lore:
In this month the ground softens and the earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signals the end of winter, or the Full Crust Moon because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation.
I was too tired and cold to get a really good shot of March’s Full Worm Moon the way it looked over the TimLair. But doesn’t it make you wonder if the Timpire was out and about, his faithful companion Rexford at his side, the two of them on the hunt for…who knows what…
Springage
There are days that just seem like little slices of paradise, and today is one of those. The weather is springlike, and I’ve opened all the windows to let fresh air flow through. Tim is at Green Acres taking care of some things. Because Minute just got spayed and needs to take it easy, he left Rex at The Compound. Even if this makes Margot slightly disgruntled, any day with Rex and my girls is a good time to me. Maybe I’ll get to see Sparky and Minute tonight, too, when Lynne joins us for Survivor night. Dinner is ready and waiting.
A friend got some excellent news this afternoon, and I celebrate that. Although another friend shared some sad news yesterday, after talking to Jim, I’m more hopeful on her behalf than I was. I’m also still happy after the visit with Sugar, Rhonda, and Lindsey last night. I wish every dog in the world could find a good home.
I’m still floating from the e-mail that WHEN YOU DON’T SEE ME satisfied our editor. That’s the kind of news that makes the two projects I’m working on right now a little less daunting. (Yep, Jandy, your namesake is coming along just fine…)
And randomly? From the inside out, Trebor Healey is the SEXIEST man alive–to heck with People Magazine. =)
For Lisa, Mark, Todd, and everyone else who’s tired of snow and cold, here are photos from in and around The Compound that I took while I was doing dog poop patrol today (which Lisa was apparently doing at the same time several states away).
click here if you’re not tired of the whole damn photo thing
A second scoop of Sugar
Visiting Miss Sugar
Tonight I couldn’t stand it anymore. I made a pleading phone call to RubinSmo Manor and begged to see the latest addition to our family of friends. Tim and Tom, too, were willing to leave The Compound, so off we went when permission was granted.
SUCH SWEETNESS! (And joy…and joyness…)
Here’s a face that says, “I don’t know if I like what you’re doing and I don’t know why you’re here, so I’ll just keep a close eye on you and see how things go.” She was also wary of Tom, but of course, she was mesmerized by Tim, Dog Whisperer. And she already adores Lindsey and Rhonda.
see face here
Keep it up, mockers
You ever just sit back, put up your feet, and enjoy watching people mock your fear of scary movies? Or maybe theirs is an act of compassion. By taking my fear to a humorous extreme, they will rob it of its energy to frighten me… Yeah, that’s it. They’re all GIVERS! Selfless, considerate, thoughtful…
I do have the best friends in the world, which will be the subject of future posts. Like the one wherein I talk about How I Got to Know My Writing Partners Online and maybe also How the Compound Works (though I’m not sure I understand that question, Steve). Or I may first discuss My Theory of Evolution or Some Random Childhood Memory for Todd.
Meanwhile, speaking of friends…
YESTERDAY’s coffee cup, in this photo that I never had the opportunity to post, is one I don’t think I’ve featured before. It was a gift from Sweet Li’l Amy Sue (who some of you may remember is the former Rex-Tender) sometime back in the early to mid-nineties. The cup was designed by and proceeds from sales were contributed to DIFFA, which is the acronym for The Design Industries Foundation Fighting AIDS. It has long been the coffee cup I reach for most often.
In the photo, you can also see the little V-card that Tom made for me and put in front of my computer monitor for me to find when I awoke. Because in this house, if you want me to see anything? The best place for it is near the computer.
Denece treated me to lunch yesterday. We met at the Galleria. There are many, many places to park at the Galleria. There are several four- or five-story garages and also several underground garages. They are located in the vicinity of different anchor stores. I usually park near Nordstrom, but yesterday I tried a different garage. With my usual ability to step out of my car and go in the exact opposite direction of the one I should take, I ended up in the bowels of the Westin Galleria. If you should ever be a guest of this hotel (as Keelie’s grandmother was in A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS), rest assured: No one gets past the security guard of what is probably the employee entrance.
Once I found my way to Denece, we had a wonderful six-hour visit at the restaurant. (We go between the lunch and dinner rush and we’re always generous with the waitstaff, who let us take a table for the entire afternoon.) Denece always gives me so many things to think about, including insights into the complexities of human relationships as well as the wonderful world of animals (I daresay no layperson knows more about every dog breed than Denece). Plus I got to tell her one of my dirty little secrets. (HA HA HA!) We also made a little trip to Borders, where I ran into the manager, J., and got to thank him personally and hug him for his attention to A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS. He said he just ordered more copies of all the TJB books because he’s building up the stock of the GLBT section. He’s the best.
I have to mop the floors now and ponder my next post, which I may title Gone With The Exorcist, my being a SAP* and all.
*Southern American Princess
For Shannon
Tom and I cracked up at Rutlie in his Harley cap. Tom dug out a photo of our late dachshund Pete from The Compound archives for you to see. Ten-pound Pete thought he was Rutlie’s size and he was a total badass. His bite was entirely as bad as his bark unless you were part of his pack. Not many of us were.