Woke up in Wildwood for the last time this year.
No fog, so I went to visit the ocean. Tide’s coming in. Dog frolics in the surf off in the distance. Sun and moon both in the sky, waving to each other along the horizon. Big wave overtakes small wave and they become one. COLD!
Just one more bucket of Curley’s Fries, ok? Just one, and I’ll be set until next year.
Next year. That was quick.
h/t Limbaugh – from IBD, save the planet by encouraging fewer babies?
Madness!
I hear things like this, and I want to have four or five kids and a 5,000 square foot house just to spite the eco-weenies.
update: And lit entirely with 150W incandescent light bulbs.
Woke up, and of course, no dog.
Looked in the office. Not there.
Not on the couch, or on the bed in the living room.
Still food in the bowl.
Not outside.
Damn. It never occurred to me how much space that dog took up. This place is empty without her.
Crimson - 1997-2009
This morning, Crimson passed beyond the veil. She was a good dog. She was a better dog than I was a man. I already miss her.
Rest in peace, old friend.