The Visible Woman...May 25, 2003

A day during which I walk dogs and go to a benefit for them. (Not the same ones, of course.) Dogs on my mind.

We are funny when it comes to our critters. And even though cat people are pretty silly, dog people are the ultimate I think.

They speak for their dogs, cuddle them, kiss them, comb them, worry over them, put up with accidents and dog hair on everything. Couldn't do without 'em.

Today I walked the dog. Accompanied by SuRu and Zoey in what I fear is the last of an era of eXtreme dog walks. I gave Chalow water from a sports bottle and let her hang her head in front of the car's AC on the way home. This morning before I dressed I let her out, split her pill and fed her meal to her. Dog duties are always with us.

I sent SuRu a funny cartoon from the New Yorker about a poodle after she dropped me off. I went adrift then looking at other dog cartoons on cartoonbank.com and pondering that you could put any of them on a TShirt, as if I needed any more TShirts.

This afternoon I went to a benefit for Animal Trustees of Austin. We listened to music so dogs could be rescued.

We love our dogs. Yep. Of course, the music was wonderful, from opera to standards to show music. There wasn't much about dogs or other critters and none were allowed in the theater.

What I don't do, I realize, is dream about the dogs. I've dreamed about fantastic creatures that don't exist in reality but I don't recall dreaming about dogs. This morning I woke up dreaming about going to a movie. I had a fistful of tickets and I was at this real confusing movie palace with not only different screens but also different buildings, color-coded. I was looking for my companions and trying to find them and the theater. Minutes later I was trying to find a place to wash my socks, it being a dream. But no dogs were in it.

I wonder why I don't dream about dogs?

Sunday, May 25, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
food	reading	writing	time	exercise	health and mood

. dogs with grafitti under Mopac on Hike and Bike [ed. note: dogs are on leash at all times in spite of digital enhancement of pictures!] "The dog has got more fun out of man than man has got out of the dog, for man is the more laughable of the two animals." James Thurber	dogs A day during which I walk dogs and go to a benefit for them. (Not the same ones, of course.) Dogs on my mind. We are funny when it comes to our critters. And even though cat people are pretty silly, dog people are the ultimate I think. They speak for their dogs, cuddle them, kiss them, comb them, worry over them, put up with accidents and dog hair on everything. Couldn't do without 'em. Today I walked the dog. Accompanied by SuRu and Zoey in what I fear is the last of an era of eXtreme dog walks. I gave Chalow water from a sports bottle and let her hang her head in front of the car's AC on the way home. This morning before I dressed I let her out, split her pill and fed her meal to her. Dog duties are always with us. I sent SuRu a funny cartoon from the New Yorker about a poodle after she dropped me off. I went adrift then looking at other dog cartoons on cartoonbank.com and pondering that you could put any of them on a TShirt, as if I needed any more TShirts. This afternoon I went to a benefit for Animal Trustees of Austin. We listened to music so dogs could be rescued. We love our dogs. Yep. Of course, the music was wonderful, from opera to standards to show music. There wasn't much about dogs or other critters and none were allowed in the theater. What I don't do, I realize, is dream about the dogs. I've dreamed about fantastic creatures that don't exist in reality but I don't recall dreaming about dogs. This morning I woke up dreaming about going to a movie. I had a fistful of tickets and I was at this real confusing movie palace with not only different screens but also different buildings, color-coded. I was looking for my companions and trying to find them and the theater. Minutes later I was trying to find a place to wash my socks, it being a dream. But no dogs were in it. I wonder why I don't dream about dogs?
JUST TYPING Dogs. What do they think about? People? The chase? The pat? The treat? Are are they asking: What do my people think about?
		Food Diary. coffee, coffee one and one half beignets with powdered sugar two bowls of salad with olives, carrots, squash, dressing, cheese, etc. two glasses wine couple glasses champagne, glass red wine, some Scotch, cheese, salami, nuts
		Time flies.... 7am get up, feed Chalow and give her her pill, have coffee, write some e-mail, read the paper a little 8am pack up and go with SuRu to Westenfield Park, walk to Crescent City via the hike and bike and back via Clarksville 11am arrive home Consider doing all kinds of thinks but don't do any of them...just mess with computer, watch some Women's College Softball World Series on the tube and then shower and go to fundraiser. 4-7pm Fundraiser. 7-11pm Go home, get wine, go to after party at friend's house and hang around talking about music, TV, friends, films.

		Reading. Robert Massie's Peter the Great didn't get attention...because it's the book I take to the club. Still reading Journey Through Genius.
		What's my excuse today? It's interesting because I'm considering ending this journal in its current form. (I'm always doing that, you day. Yes. I know.) At the same time my old host (hostsave) has been in a four or five day denial of service situation they can't seem to resolve. So I've gone to the trouble to move this journal. Now, in fairness, it wasn't just a posting obsession that drove me to do it. Partly I did it to make sure I could move something else that was for a client of Forrest's. But still.
		Exercise dog walk...about three miles including some hills
	.	Felt fine when I got up. Probably had too much to drink but it didn't make me feel bad. 108/67 80