‎"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them."--John Waters

My mostly psychotic black cat, Jaggar, lets me know when the large red hard plastic bowl that holds water for the animals, in my home, is empty by pushing it across the kitchen floor. The sound is much like what would occur if you dragged your teeth across a chalkboard, and it is that sound that woke me up this morning; a weird, and horrific, alarm clock, indeed. So here I am, in front of the computer monitor, once again, seeing what, if any poems, are in me. The dogs need to go outside. The dogs need to be fed, but I want to see if I can get one more poem out of me before I start my daily chores. It's good to be alive. Up at 10:34 a.m.

Morisson, Dylan and I, just went for a looooooong walk.

I was planning on doing a short walk with the dogs, and then heading to the gym to do a swim, and some treadmill work, but then I realized that the gym is closed on Fridays. (Bummer0. And then someone pointed out that it was Thursday, so I wound up at the gym doing my thing.

We walked up a steep hill in the course of our walk, and my heart rate went up, so I sought out other hills in the hood on the walk. The dogs walked very well; we mainly stayed in the road, so that they could not find things at every turn to sniff, and pee on.

At the beginning of the walk, the sky was overcast, and by the end of the walk it was pouring rain. I took the rain in stride, and it didn't seem to bother the dogs at all. I decided, on the walk, that this is the perfect time to wash both dogs, while they are already wet, and that is what I am off to do.

Keep inside, your romantic designs.
They'll ruin a friendship every time.


I did a 20 minute bike ride to get to the gym, then did 30 minutes on the treadmill, and was headed to the pool to break my own personal record of 8 laps up, and down, the large pool, but couldn't swim because it was lightening outside. My fat ass is going to thin down.


I just ate a healthy lunch, and now I am going to fuck it up by eating some candy.(Tis the season).

Jaggar, is flipping out. It is the time of evening when I throw him some Kitty Treats. I gave him the last ones that I had, yesterday, and forget to buy more today. I'm sure that he will live through the night, though, and I will buy him some more tomorrow.


I had the weirdest dream last night about an old friend. My daughter, in the dream, (not Scout),was in love with my friend. She was much younger than him. I felt very uncomfortable about the situation, but didn't know how to remedy it. Mostly, I am so very glad that my dreams don't come true.

Yesterday, the day after my leg workout, I was amazed, and disappointed, that my legs weren't sore. I did not work out hard enough, I told myself, and will have to work out harder next time. This morning, though, my legs are sore; very sore, which means that I did do a good leg workout after all.

I am boiling rice, as I, now, boil rice every day, because each dog, now, gets a half a cup of rice with his meal. I also bought a lamb rice bag of dog food(Nature's Recipe), with no additives, and am switching my babies over to this from Pedigree, which is $14 a bag cheaper, but I think that my dogs may be scratching themselves all the time because of the shitty food that I have been feeding them.

It is nasty outside: very cold, and quite wet; I just let Henry,
the great Great Dane, out to do his thing, and he did his thing,
and came right back inside...very unlike him; he usually likes to
wander around a bit before he comes back in.

Life is good in the slow lane. I am blessed, and thankful to be alive.