Saturday, June 11, 2016

My dog was sexually harassed at the dog park today

I'm on summertime.  The best thing I can do is sleep and lose track of which day it is.  It's my mental healing. I hibernate in the summer and go on "dreamtime."

I was up before noon today and agreed to go to the Dog Park.  Mark told me we needed to go before it rained.  Mark has a "duty" for one of our children in the neighborhood so he dropped Mike and me off at the dog park.  Mike doesn't mind me as well as he does Mark.  I think it is kind of hilarious that at the dog park I am hollering "Mike" and I wonder how many guys at the dog park are named "Mike."  I think that one guy today thought I knew him and was so excited that I was hollering his name.  I've been watching too much of Criminal Minds.

Mark did his duty and reported back to the dog park.  It was sauna hot with no breeze.  Mike was hot, I was hot and Mark suggested we adjourn to a grassy knoll in the shade.  We did so adjoin and then there was this fluffy dog that came up and made untoward advances toward Mike.  There was a young nubile whippet female who flirted about and seemed to like Mike.  There was a lot of posturing and a pissing contest ensued around the tree that provided our shade.  At one point there were four dogs in a line to piss on the tree.  I thought that the fluffy dog was trying to impress the whippet but it soon became obvious that he was interested in our Mike.  Mike ran away and fluffy dog ran along beside him trying to offer ..... favors.  Mike ran here and he ran there and fluffy dog chased him all over and was relentlessly offering "favors."  I hollered after Mike and said "Mike, just say NOOOOOOOOO."  Mark thought that was rude.

Anyway, we sat there for a while and Mike and his admirer laced in and out between us and we discouraged aggressive behavior.  Fluffy chased Mike all over the place and out into the bushes that are more hidden and Mike ran away and Fluffy kept offering favors and he would try to run along next to Mike while rendering favors and it was kind of intense to follow.

Fluffy's human came by and scooped up his dog and says "I think my dog likes your dog."

Duh?




Monday, May 16, 2016

16th of May 2016

I saw many things today.

Retro....back up....it goes up in smoke.

The children are wild and unruly.  They are so over high stakes testing and AP testing that they are just out of their minds.   I'm so tired after AP testing and I'm not done yet.   We are all a cocaphony of intensity and emotion and angst.

The end of the year looms and beckons with golden skies.

Today I saw Blue Jays.  I also saw a Cardinal.  I saw fat white winged doves.  I remember how tasty doves are.  Is that wrong?


Saturday, March 05, 2016

What I Saw Today

What I Saw Today  Throw back a few years.

To soften things, I spent the day with other teachers who are out for Spring Break.  I get to listen to A Way with Words on the way to book club.  One of the things they talked about what kind of environment one needs in order to write.  Grant said that he put in earplugs that expand into your ear canal and block out any noise and Martha says she put on earbuds and was able to write with "spa" type music (my interpretation)   I said that I can write in a hurricane but it is hard for me to write unless Mark shuts up.  He's talking as I write and screeches at me as he talks about deciding about what he needs to stay alive.

I am distracted.  He's gone off into glory.  I would like to write about things that I would like to write about but I've been hijacked as a muse to tell his story.  He wants grandbabies.  I want them too.  He's a superstar and could live twenty years and wants to spend time with them.  I do not want to discuss his health situation but I am a faithful scribe because I was going to write about things important to me but Mark wants me to tell his story.

I totally got hijacked.   I can't keep up with him.   I kind of forgot what I wanted to talk about.  It's kind of hard.  I had a stroke that reduced my attention span to that of a goldfish.

I am frustrated every day because I start to talk about something and something distracts me and I forget what the hell I was thinking.

It's hard being an art teacher at times.  It's glorious at others.  We want our kids to ask questions. We want them to challenge the problem.  It's great when they do.

Sometimes, I'd like to write my own narrative. That's my point.

I just need for him to be quiet for a space of time and not feel threatened that I'm not paying attention to him.   I could write glorious things if he would just be quiet and not feel threatened.

He doesn't seem to realize that I have a blog for many years.  He's not interested.  I'm married to the man 33 years and he's not interested.  That's kind of tragic.

So, I move on.  I'm grateful that I have friends that love me and give a rat's ass about my daily existence.   I'm glad that there are folks that have some interest in what I have to say.

I'm trying to express today about how I feel about the people I love.  I love them all.  You all know who you are. I'm still being distracted by Mark's narrative, he won't leave me alone. I forgot what I was going to say because apparently I'm a bad person because I'm not giving my undivided attention to my husband.

That's what I saw today.