4.08.06

Category: dribblings

what kind of blog is this where i don’t update regularly anymore? i mean, who do i think i am, Liz?

it’s been really busy but not in an interesting way so i don’t have any cool or funny or even stupid stories. there have been two deaths recently, and that’s been very sad, but also i don’t want to blog about that because it seems in poor taste at the moment.

now that i can see the houses across from me on Chestnut St. (‘cos of the house next door that was torn down and removed) i can see that the yellow house (with the giant tv that i can watch from my deck) has acquired three (3) new chow-chow puppies. they’re just three balls of barking fur. so cute, even if they do constantly bark.

i had to take miss junebug to dialysis early this morning and when i got back (around 5:20am) i could hear a rooster crowing. i’ve heard the rooster before, but usually i hear it while i’m at the Holy House (when i’m on a high floor with the windows open. you’d be surprised how sound travels) and it’s never in the morning. so it was quite hilarious to me to get home while it was still dark in the morning and hear a rooster. like i live on a farm in the country when in fact, i live in the middle of the ‘hood.

i mentioned the rooster to laura last week and she said that it lives at the house behind her grandma’s (GJ) house on 8th St. i live on 11th skreet so it’s a couple of blocks away.
and since i’m racist like my dogs i asked, “does it belong to some of our friends from south of the border?”
she said that no, actually, it’s the pet of the realtor lady that sold GJ her house.
which:
A. small town and
B. i didn’t think farm animals were allowed in the city limits.

not that i care, ‘cos like i say, it’s never bothered my sleep before, but i can only imagine how the people who live next door (or behind) the rooster feel about it.

thinking of “exotic” birds living downtown reminds me of when i was a little kid Noccolula Falls used to have peacocks that would roam the park (and the surrounding neighborhoods).
i’m kind of sad that they don’t have them anymore.
but also, i’m kind of glad, because there’s no one, NO ONE, who works for Parks&Rec with the knowledge of how to keep ANY kind of animal safe and healthy.
still, i remember that the peacocks sounded like they were saying, “HELP! HELP!” when in fact they were just chirping or cooing or whatever they do.

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