the last week begins

This time, for HDL, notes on top.

I actually washed the ice trays before I packed them. (I suppose this may still be news to someone out there--I am moving to Omaha on Sunday [same job, different office]).


Adjectives that seem to suggest more than pizza:


Breakfast at Penny's. Tasty, and friendly, but not so easy on the estomago. They throw sugar packets at you when you read at the bar (minimum of two people at the booths).


A North Platte (the river) walk,



accompanied by my dog friend.


At what they call "the rides" at Cody Park.




NP's version of Japan's naval flag.



There should be more of these in parks:


Cody's a pretty good park: a river, "the rides," elk, geese, various playgrounds, frisbee-golf, camping, and outdoor fireplaces. Plus, or so I've heard, gay men are free to gather there at night! Poor things, they have to go somewhere. NP does not strike me as a particularly gay-friendly place. I like its parks though.

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work and home

The back end.



Tool of the trade (can be exempted from seizure under BK law).


A client's child's depiction of her happy family (little does she know).


The neighbor boys tagged my garage with "weney." It's not just my garage though.



The front end.


. . .

news to me

Things I have learned in the past month:

• having one's hands/feet/jeans/chin licked is not as gross as it appears to people who have never had dogs.
• picking up poop in plastic bags swiftly becomes routine and also not as gross as it seems at first.
  
• those little burrs in grass this time of year that are merely annoying to people are vicious to dogs. they get caught everywhere, but most evilly between toes. I am considering making Lulu some felted knitted booties to protect her from the lurking burrs. I doubt she would tolerate them, however.
  
• dogs have toes.
  
• processed (don't know how) bull penises are the most preferred chewing implement (by Lulu at least).
• processed bull penises do not become less gross with familiarity. once chewed upon, they have a disgusting smell, pallor, wetness, stickyness, and texture.
• I have a growing, already-very-strong, loathing for irresponsible dog owners.
• it is very hard to tell when my clients are lying to me.
• I dislike suspecting that my clients are lying to me.
• an amazing number of poor people (in America even!) do not have phones.
• an amazing number of poor people somehow live on no income at all (or so they tell me, and they can't all be lying).
• Thus far, my limits are taxed more by my job's aspect of general life manager/problem-solver than by its truly legal aspects.

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