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No Post Today


February 26th, 2010 Posted 8:32 am

Why? Because I just couldn’t make up my mind. Does that ever happen to you? First I was going to get back to the story of Colonel Bob’s son. Have I actually even started it? But it’s pretty complicated, and while I was sorting that out, this discussion broke out between Bernie, Spence, and Admin. Those hardly ever happen and they never go well. Bernie had a glass of bourbon, Spence had a beer, and Admin drank water. Hey! Just like me. Admin and I have something in common! I’ll try to think of more in-common things. Maybe some other ┬átime. But meanwhile this discussion was all about killer whales. It got a little heated, for example, Admin saying, “Notice the killer part, right in their name? Combine that with the equivalent of locking them up in a tiny cell and what have you got?” I didn’t know, had no idea what was going on. Then I remembered that Bernie said there’s some kind of question down below about Nance. Nance? Isn’t she breaking rocks in the hot sun long about now? What comes first, the trial or the rock breaking?

See how confusing this is? So no post today. What’s that over there? A nice little patch of sun on the rug? Hard to resist. In fact, impossible.


Like A Big Pizza Pie


November 15th, 2009 Posted 1:40 pm

“They’ve found water on the moon,” Bernie says. We’re out on the patio behind our house on Mesquite Road. It’s night, the moon is shining, Bernie’s smoking a cigarette even though he’s trying to quit and I’m enjoying the smell of the smoke, whenever the breeze blows some my way. “See what this means?”

Water on the moon? I’m no expert when it comes to color, Bernie says, but water is usually blue. I gaze up at the moon, see no blue, just a big shining white ball.

He taps off some ash and gazes up at the moon, too. We gaze up together.

“It means that one day we’ll be living up there,” he says. “For absolute sure.”

Whoa. I like it right here on Mesquite Road. A cloud drifts over, covering the moon. I feel uneasy.


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September 22nd, 2009 Posted 9:19 am

Now I know what flooding is! Water out the yingyang, even too much for Bernie. He says many thanks to Liz and those two firefighters with the boat. And of course most of all to Seth. Now we’re back in the desert. Bernie hasn’t mentioned the aquifer once.

Tomorrow: back to Greed, and maybe this strange discussion going on between Bernie, Spence, and Admin. Talk about multiple personalities, whatever that may be!




August 10th, 2009 Posted 8:53 am

“Here’s some guy named Stanley Coren,” Bernie said, “claims dogs are as smart as two-year-old children.”

I paused by the water bowl. Was that good or bad?

“He’s designed all these tests. The newer breeds tend to be the smartest. Border collies, poodles and German shepherds are supposedly at the top. You’ve got at least two of those, don’t you, big guy?”

Fine with me, if Bernie said so, but for no particular reason I had this sudden desire to track down Stanley Coren and grab him by the pant leg. I lapped up some water instead. Fresh and cool, just the way I like it. I felt better.

Tomorrow: Who’s that knocking?


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