Friday, December 08, 2006 Say what you see
The trash men didn't take the backyard with them when they took the broken down Ikea furniture, but your Uncle Frenzy was drunk the night before the trash pickup, so she hauled the broken dresser itself to the curb, but forgot all the dresser drawers!
Laura Ingalls Wilder would have doubtless found a million uses for these: she was dirt poor for the first 63 years of her life, and, oh! the amusing and resourceful poor have so many cute craft ideas. She probably would have raised suckling pigs in them, or had Almanzo whittle them into crude dolls for Christmas.
63! She lived to be 90 (according to my patented three-click research process, she expressed a wish to live to 90 "because Almanzo had."), so that's 27 years of relative fame and goodwill from strangers. That's still longer than I've been alive.
I was going to tell you what all this had to do with Uncle Wiggily, but today I didn't even go to work. I was going to go late, but then I found a pair of friendly dogs wandering down my street. One of them was wearing a holiday sweater. The tried to follow me, so I couldn't cross the street to get to the subway station, because lots of times, cars nearly hit me when I cross big streets in Baltimore, and I don't even usually wear a holiday sweater.
So, I spent a good while playing with dogs today. The one in the sweater accepted my invitation to come in the house, and put his face down and thumped his tail, but the other one was warier.
Finally, I pawned the nice dogs off on a friendly art school student, because I live with two little animals who show emotional distress by applying their excretions to my stuff, and they don't like dogs. Neither do the cats.
Later, someone called me in response to the post I'd made on the neighborhood bulletin board. Evidently, he and his girlfriend had found the dogs the day before, wandering, and had placed them in collars and the one in a holiday sweater, but they'd broken out of the yard.
Those dogs! I met so many neighbors, and the mail lady. Wish I could've kept them. The dogs, not the neighbors.
Later, if I don't run away with to Tahiti with someone who's asking me for change for the bus, I'll tell you more about Laura Ingalls Wilder. posted by Frenz | 12/08/2006 08:21:00 PM
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