Dog Shit in the Park.
Now that I live on the park, I have taken to wandering aimlessly through it, finding a comfortable spot and sitting in quite contemplation. Sometimes this involves having a few beers before going on said aimless wander, sometimes not.
Yesterday I decided to go for one such walk, sans beer, but con no food and a lot of prior running around. The day before I had helped Senta and Steve pack up their belongings, and then helped my dad pawn off his couches on them (SUCKERS!). Hopefully they will enjoy them. I wanted them for my apartment, but really didn't think I could fit them through the apartment door, and three stories up holding an extra deep couch is the last place you want to find out that, no, they won't fit. Seeing the trouble we had getting them out the door at my Dad's, I feel that I made the right choice. The dog bone falling out of one of the couches as we loaded it into the truck was an added bonus, especially since there hadn't been a dog in the house for about three years.
After helping out with the move, I went home, had a few libations and went off to Blues Fest at the plaza. So many white people. So little dancing. Not that I am anything but a lily white wallflower, but it was dissapointing. Hung out for a while, came home watched some West Wing, had another drink and went back for some more blues fest. The headlining band seemed to consist of people who's claim to fame was at one point or another sharing the stage with an actual famous person.
The next day I woke up, and remembered telling Susan's father that i'd give him an enterprise copy of Windows XP Pro. I found the copy I had made from the iso file but then remembered that I didn't have the key code, so I went to my car, found a notebook from my A+ class, but it was the wrong A+ class, so I went to my dad's, grabbed a few things and then in the last place I looked, I found the notebook from the right A+ class and then off to Susan's parents to ensnare them into the life of unethically obtained software. All of this was within an hour and a half of waking up. I'm such a go getter in the morning.
So after all this, I went to the park, intent on sitting down and zoning out. So I went, found a big tree with a sign proclaiming it's genus and I sat down next to it. An expanse of green spread out before me, and the stench of brown entered my nose. Now I knew that I hadn't sat in it, because I checked before I plunked down. But still, somewhere close, there was doggie doo. I heard flies buzz off to my left, and there, sure enough, was a very well endowed pile of shit.
I got up and wandered over to another, less proclaimed and less shat on tree. I sat, I zoned out.
Now you might wonder why I would sit against a tree in a park overrun with dogs? Hundreds of dogs must piss on every tree in the place weekly. When this thought crosses my mind I just think, well, when was the last time I washed my pants, and then I plop down.
I was enjoying my new stench free location, when I saw a guy with two german shepards walking towards me. I kept my cool. German Shepards are one of the few animals that I get nervous around (servals are another). I think this is justified seeing as I am still sporting a nifty facial scar from one. As they approached I felt my stomach tighten, but they seemed well behaved. Then I noticed them sniffing around, and I knew what was coming. One of them found a very interesting smelling spot and I heard the owner say "oh fuck" and the bitch (technical term) squatted down and let loose a very non solid doggie doo. I thought that she should look into changing her diet.
Now seeing two German Shepards approaching me was enough to make me want to get up and leave my tree, but I held my ground. Seeing one take a dump made me want to leave even more, but my tree was comfy. When the smell hit me though, I jumped ship. No way I could handle that.
After wandering a bit I found a nice shaded picnic table and sat there for a while, longing for my tree. Maybe I should make a habit of going out at night and pissing on the trees. Let the dogs know who is boss. But then I would be arrested and branded a sex offender and if I'm going to get that label I can think of much more fun ways to do it.
Yesterday I decided to go for one such walk, sans beer, but con no food and a lot of prior running around. The day before I had helped Senta and Steve pack up their belongings, and then helped my dad pawn off his couches on them (SUCKERS!). Hopefully they will enjoy them. I wanted them for my apartment, but really didn't think I could fit them through the apartment door, and three stories up holding an extra deep couch is the last place you want to find out that, no, they won't fit. Seeing the trouble we had getting them out the door at my Dad's, I feel that I made the right choice. The dog bone falling out of one of the couches as we loaded it into the truck was an added bonus, especially since there hadn't been a dog in the house for about three years.
After helping out with the move, I went home, had a few libations and went off to Blues Fest at the plaza. So many white people. So little dancing. Not that I am anything but a lily white wallflower, but it was dissapointing. Hung out for a while, came home watched some West Wing, had another drink and went back for some more blues fest. The headlining band seemed to consist of people who's claim to fame was at one point or another sharing the stage with an actual famous person.
The next day I woke up, and remembered telling Susan's father that i'd give him an enterprise copy of Windows XP Pro. I found the copy I had made from the iso file but then remembered that I didn't have the key code, so I went to my car, found a notebook from my A+ class, but it was the wrong A+ class, so I went to my dad's, grabbed a few things and then in the last place I looked, I found the notebook from the right A+ class and then off to Susan's parents to ensnare them into the life of unethically obtained software. All of this was within an hour and a half of waking up. I'm such a go getter in the morning.
So after all this, I went to the park, intent on sitting down and zoning out. So I went, found a big tree with a sign proclaiming it's genus and I sat down next to it. An expanse of green spread out before me, and the stench of brown entered my nose. Now I knew that I hadn't sat in it, because I checked before I plunked down. But still, somewhere close, there was doggie doo. I heard flies buzz off to my left, and there, sure enough, was a very well endowed pile of shit.
I got up and wandered over to another, less proclaimed and less shat on tree. I sat, I zoned out.
Now you might wonder why I would sit against a tree in a park overrun with dogs? Hundreds of dogs must piss on every tree in the place weekly. When this thought crosses my mind I just think, well, when was the last time I washed my pants, and then I plop down.
I was enjoying my new stench free location, when I saw a guy with two german shepards walking towards me. I kept my cool. German Shepards are one of the few animals that I get nervous around (servals are another). I think this is justified seeing as I am still sporting a nifty facial scar from one. As they approached I felt my stomach tighten, but they seemed well behaved. Then I noticed them sniffing around, and I knew what was coming. One of them found a very interesting smelling spot and I heard the owner say "oh fuck" and the bitch (technical term) squatted down and let loose a very non solid doggie doo. I thought that she should look into changing her diet.
Now seeing two German Shepards approaching me was enough to make me want to get up and leave my tree, but I held my ground. Seeing one take a dump made me want to leave even more, but my tree was comfy. When the smell hit me though, I jumped ship. No way I could handle that.
After wandering a bit I found a nice shaded picnic table and sat there for a while, longing for my tree. Maybe I should make a habit of going out at night and pissing on the trees. Let the dogs know who is boss. But then I would be arrested and branded a sex offender and if I'm going to get that label I can think of much more fun ways to do it.