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Tim, Rex, and I have returned to Green Acres to house- and dog-sit. It’s also a bit of a writers’ retreat for us because we’re coming up on the deadline for submitting the TJB5 manuscript.
However, the dogs are not thrilled about the attention we’re giving our laptops. I’ve taken photos, and I’M not thrilled because I have no decent photo software on my laptop. So I just let Kodak turn everything into drawings for your viewing pleasure.
dog drawings
Thursday, we had a visit from the BBQ Frito Fairy, who not only left a box full of goodies, but many cryptic messages on the box. Much in the way of leprechauns, the BBQ Frito Fairy comes and goes in a flash and mere mortals are never sure they spotted her. Sometimes we see her helpers (Greg, Garry, Lynne, Lindsey, Rhonda). But never the actual BBQ Frito Fairy.
Still, we believe.
Especially Margot.
Thanks, BBQ Frito Fairy!
Rhonda shared the beginning of the Tale of the Devil Sperm here. After delivery to The Compound:
see photos
Photo Friday theme: Friend
Even though, like Tim, I’m not a big fan of “talking dogs,” I love Duke the Bush Beans Dog. Through dooce.com, I found this ad, which seems to be something worth looking into if you’d like to raise money for the American Humane Association.
Based on my previous entry, here are a few shots of the space where I work. They were taken at night, so you can’t see outside my window: a driveway of broken concrete, a ton of plants, a couple of trees, a fence, two cardinals, one brazen rat, and 2,349 tree roaches.
Maybe you’ve read the book The Red Balloon. I haven’t read it, but I love the description of it. It’s a story about love, magic, and friendship–like all the best stories.
I’m still out at Green Acres (Tim and Becky’s remote office, and home of the snake; Greta the dowager doberman; and Sparky the diabetic dog. Sparky made a big escape while under my supervision, but fortunately, when I went after him in the car, he deigned to come home), and as Lynne and I were leaving to run errands, this floated up:
We weren’t sure what it was attached to or where it came from, but it was still at Green Acres when we came home several hours later. So we looked up the story of the red balloon, then went out and took some photos of it. When the wind kicked up, it brought the balloon’s anchor up to eye level, like this:
We decided to set the red balloon free from its monster and send all our cares and troubles with it.
I’m pretty sure the snake, however, is still around somewhere.
I brought the dowager doberman home tonight, and she’s so happy to be reunited with her family.
However, there’s another kind of suburban drama I don’t need when I’m walking in the dark to reach into the shrubbery and turn off a faucet:
Listen to this entire song to hear what’s been in my head all night.
