3 Witches and the Bald Brute

Walking home from the Williamsburg Saturday Farmer's Market, through the park, I am almost out, and a Grey Great Dane lumbers toward a Collie Shepherd mix, the owner of the latter a woman in her 50's screams at the bald/sunglassed/wannabecool dude to get his dog on a leash--he is the owner of the former. He cooly ignores her and She gets hotter & louder, screaming at his dog 'Elsie' (she knew her name since Elsie had taken a bite out of her collie's ear before -- she has the Vet bill), Elsie is play pouncing on the other dog, but by virtue/vice of her size Elsie could do damage. Elsie lumbers off. Another woman with a smaller dog screams at Bald Man to put his dog on a leash. And first Lady, who was walking away, while speaking the same leash sentiment, and other venting, decides to turn around and go after this guy. The Bald Man yells, "Shut the F__k up!", he is also pushing a stroller occupied by a two year old, curly haired, girl with a mix of emotions passing across her face. I stand quietly at the apex of the this triangle of women, waiting to throw down my fresh veggies, eggs & butter, pears and peaches if the ladies need back up. Then a voice on a bull horn tells the man to Leash his dog. And then he does. I continue on my trek home thinking the leash is temporary, he will unleash, he will teach his daughter disrespect, he will not be the pack leader of his dog, and in this wimpy way he abuses both, as well as his fellow man.

I love to see dogs run free. In a yard, in a field, in the woods, if they have a good custodian. I hate that term master. My Dad and his family have bred dogs, hunting dogs, and trained them. I helped train, with a bunch of bound feathers on a fishing reel. I love animals, and I respect them, I think they have ways of interspecies/interkingdom communication human beings had once but forgot when we invented words. I don't blame an animal when they misbehave. I blame its human. Likewise, I don't blame a child, I blame the parent -- I am not talking about crying and whining children I know that a strong parent has to withstand that and stifle the urge to whack and are the stronger for withstanding a tantrum in public.

What a wonderful world it would be if everyone taught their children and dogs well.

Kat and Kaboodle

I am waiting for my cat to pee. The Vet needs a sample. She thinks I am being horrible in not letting her use her usual litter box. No. I had to fill the 'traveling' one with No Sorb which looks like little black plastic pellets, so they can sate the something to dig instinct/behavior cats have.

She is sweet 2 year old black tiger. She likes to reach out her paws to touch my face or grab my hand. She can be held for a very long time, unusual for a cat. She is a speaker. She fetches. She is now talking to her reflection in the door mirror. She knows it is just a reflection. She is trying to get to me.

I have to change my cats' diet. I had not realized feeding them dry food was inhumane. Cats and Carbs na-uh! Thank goodness I don't buy store bought Friskies and etc, or they would go through sugar withdrawal. I got eight pages of informative scary stuff. You don't want to know what the meat by-products are . . . I am not sure I am glad I know. Soylent Green. But I ain't going near it and neither are any animals of mine, if I can help it.

This Vet, and I have had many, has an abrupt manner. Not warm but not off-putting, she is honest with her thoughts and I respect that. I am that way. It isn't the popular way. Why is that? Why do people always prefer a fake smile to reality? I don't.

Two Tall Beams of Light

I saw them last night. Not tonight. Is it too soon? This afternoon, the Pres. and First Lady placed their two respectful wreaths of red, white, and purple carnations in the two temporary reflecting pools (symbolizing the Two Towers -- hello unintentional Tolkein reference). The two news anchors kept saying the same things over and over. "Gov. Pataki, Michael Bloomberg, the President and First Lady and Rudy Guilliani, ditto, ditto, reflecting pool, ditto, ditto, 911, 911, 911, 911, the President and First lady look somber, ditto, you can see they are moved, ditto, very saddened, ditto, Tomorrow breakfast at the Fire House, ditto, ditto, they will be there to observe the actual times of the planes hitting the Trade towers, ditto. Today, after they are done here, to a service at St. Paul's Episcopal Church, ditto, ditto, tomorrow they will also go to the Pennsylvania field, and then to the D.C. at the Pentagon. ditto, ditto, ditto, President Bush will not talk about the War in Iraq in respect for the 911 tragedy, ditto, ditto. . . I loved it when these news commentators decided to do color commentary? NOT! Couldn't they be silent? Do they perceive their audience is blind? There should be a news network that has very little sound, just pictures people can decipher on their own. "President Bush and the First Lady look very emotional"
"If they were stoics," was my thought.
I observe, and no new commentator dares to say, "As the President and fellow Politicians pile into the SUV Michael Bloomberg had to walk around the car and get in at the other side. Who wouldn't slide over?"

Petunias

Oh my Aching Back!

What did I do this morning that, has given my lower back a stabbing imp with a prod on bending over? I don't know. I should have done Yoga. I went for a run. Ah, well. Tomorrow I will do Yoga. And Practice the Guitar. And Paint a kitchen wall. And Clean. And. . . . Oh so many things I should have done today. Yes, I will get coffee filters and flour. Yes that too!