Archive for October, 2010

Oct 31 2010

Grace in Small Things: 76/365

Published by Ree under Grace in Small Things

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  • Turkey meatballs.
  • Eyeglass repair kits.
  • Cats sleeping on cable boxes.
  • 52 and sunny.
  • Pumpkin shaped candles.

—- Being in the city again for Halloween. No one goes trick-or-treating in the country, the houses are too far apart. —-

Wage a battle against embitterment and take part in Grace in Small Things. Thanks to Schmutzie, as always.

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Oct 29 2010

Somebody’s Watching Me

Published by Ree under Haiku Friday

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This thing watches me

walking from the train each day.

I blush at the thought.

—- No really, y’all. A 30-foot eye staring at my ass every morning? Thank gawd for colder days and a longer coat. —-


Go see here for more Haiku Friday.

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Oct 28 2010

Argh – and Oh Mah Holy Hell Y’all

Published by Ree under The Blog Itself

I’m Bossy’s “Bloggers. They’re Just Like Us!” with an old post up! I’m better than this. I really am. Peruse past posts until tomorrow, eh?

I have a new blackberry! It takes video. I have plans…I really do!!!

—- Oh crap. Come back people – I promise I’m not always this lame. —-

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Oct 22 2010

Dog in the City

Published by Ree under Real Life

Moving from an acre in the country, surrounded by fields and forests, to a city condominium never really bothered me or Mr. Hot. I’ve always said, “I’ll take the country or the city…but please don’t let me be forever stuck in the ‘burbs.” “Concrete”, says Mr. Hot.

One thing that really worried us, though, was the dog’s reaction to going from unfettered freedom in the great, grassy outdoors to cement. And scheduled walks. Poopin’ and peein’ while on a leash in Chicago simply ain’t like running around a 40,000 square foot backyard to find just that RIGHT patch to kill hike a leg over.

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Plus, with his burfin’ at every sound…and having people living above us – well, we considered leaving him with the family that bought our house. We didn’t want to lose him, but – on the other hand – wouldn’t it be cruel to expect an old dog (he’s 7) to learn new tricks?

We obviously didn’t leave him. He’s here, in a neighborhood filled with as many dogs, it seems, as people.

(Aside…there are a LOT of people around here that are petrified!!! of dogs…we’ve seen old ladies trying to climb trees or scale fences just to keep from walking past him…he, on the other hand, ignores everyone. /Aside)

He gets at least four walks every day – starting at 5:30 a.m. – long walks down the two-flat lined streets or along the main thoroughfare. On Sunday mornings, he feasts on food dropped by the Saturday night revelers heading home.

And he has friends – regular butt-sniffing friends that he’s met in the five months he’s been a “dawg” in the city. Big dog is his favorite.

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—- He hates, however, the chihuahuas. They scare him. —-

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Oct 20 2010

Wordless Wednesday – The Right Side of the Tracks

Published by Ree under Wordless Wednesday

You may get a bunch of pictures before I get my words back.

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—- About 100 paces from my front door. —-

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