Dorie’s Different Reality

I’m so frustrated! I have lots of things I could show you today and the camera ate up it’s batteries. I’ll get some when I go into town, but “town” is ten miles away in a choice of 3 directions (the 4th, West, takes me to a little town where the market went broke!) With gas costing what it does, I can’t justify a 20 mile trip to pick up one thing. There’s a 7-11 down on the corner and I might be able to pick up a back of 2 AA’s for like $11; but no, not that desperate yet.

 My dog, shown here in healthier times,  is a food hoarder. It’s cute sometimes-like when he’s burying nylon bones for a snack later. Silly dog. But as I posted earlier this year, he’s blowing up like the Goodyear Blimp. He’s 6 1/2, about 50 in people years. Reminds me of Orson Welles, frustrated genius, in his later years. Tes and his whole little dog family were abandoned and perhaps he went hungry and can’t move past those dark puppy days. I’ll put out two bowls of dog food- nothing fancy, just dry kibble, and he’ll pick up the bowls and hide them behind the recliner (spills kibble all over the carpet doing it, btw) Or he’ll gobble them both up, so that I have to fix more food for VeraWang, who’s kind of skinny as dogs go.  Weirdest of all is when he “reclines” on the rug, his bowl in front of him and snacks laying down- like some MiddleEastern Pasha!

Mike says our whole house is weird. We’re weird. The dogs are weird. The lot the house sits on is shaped as a trapezoid, on a hill, so that it was impossible to build the house facing the road and have it be lined up to the points of the compass. Instead of going out the back door and facing east, I’m facing ESE, or something “off” that way. I don’t know much about feng shui, but living in a crooked house can’t be healthy! I know there’s “rules” among older civilizations- like don’t put the head of the bed pointing north- stuff like that. So many times I’ll be driving home, making plans for what I want to do when I arrive. Then I come through the door and it’s like the energy is sucked right out of me- vampire house! If we move again (that’s the plan, but a few years away) I might bring a compass househunting- I want a plain old NSEW house! With a flat lot!

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