The Unraveling

Surely it must be the non-stop barrage of doomsayers on CNN, MSN, Fox, and all the other stations with 24 hour a day coverage of every perceived nuance of the Gulf Coast disaster that is wearing me here in insular Nuevo Mexico. Even the Weather Channel forecasters were being forced into the political gamut and were way out of their element...it was in their eyes.

At this very moment, I'm feeling like the good old U.S. of A. is a train of dominoes about to be pushed over. Wait. I think the push started at least four years ago.

I'll just two-step over to the upper Left Coast now, thank you.

Tomorrow is another day. We're not in Intelligent Designer Kansas anymore.

Hope the Seattle open house dance went well tonight.

The Unraveling

Surely it must be the non-stop barrage of doomsayers on CNN, MSN, Fox, and all the other stations with 24 hour a day coverage of every perceived nuance of the Gulf Coast disaster that is wearing me here in insular Nuevo Mexico. Even the Weather Channel forecasters were being forced into the political gamut and were way out of their element...it was in their eyes.

At this very moment, I'm feeling like the good old U.S. of A. is a train of dominoes about to be pushed over. Wait. I think the push started at least four years ago.

I'll just two-step over to the upper Left Coast now, thank you.

Tomorrow is another day. We're not in Intelligent Designer Kansas anymore.

Hope the Seattle open house dance went well tonight.

That poor dog

The dog next door is NOT gone, but it doesn't bark any more.

It howls quietly in frustration, pain...I can't tell what. And only from time to time.

The 'owners' shift it back and forth from being chained in the front yard, to being loose in the back yard. He has a serious wound over one of his eyes. I tried to get Rocky to come up to me for a treat and kind word today, but he looks...odd. Sort of distrustfully crazed. I tossed the treat over and he ignored it, so I walked away. I came back a second later, and he was gulping the treat down, and gave me a sorrowful look.

I don't think the dog will be here when we get back in 8 days.

And I'm haunted by all the pets either left behind or drowned on the Gulf Coast.

The icon here of me is a VERY small section of a picture of me and my dog Sophie, on the living room sofa, me softly stroking her tummy, her looking content and sleepy and elderly.

Good night.

That poor dog

The dog next door is NOT gone, but it doesn't bark any more.

It howls quietly in frustration, pain...I can't tell what. And only from time to time.

The 'owners' shift it back and forth from being chained in the front yard, to being loose in the back yard. He has a serious wound over one of his eyes. I tried to get Rocky to come up to me for a treat and kind word today, but he looks...odd. Sort of distrustfully crazed. I tossed the treat over and he ignored it, so I walked away. I came back a second later, and he was gulping the treat down, and gave me a sorrowful look.

I don't think the dog will be here when we get back in 8 days.

And I'm haunted by all the pets either left behind or drowned on the Gulf Coast.

The icon here of me is a VERY small section of a picture of me and my dog Sophie, on the living room sofa, me softly stroking her tummy, her looking content and sleepy and elderly.

Good night.