"A New Regionalism" and extra dogs
I hate hate hate keyboard shortcuts. I keep losing my text because my fingers trip and mysteriously replace everything with the letter N or something. I was saying, hey, it's Midsummer's Day and not the first day of summer. But at more length but I can't be bothered to do that twice.
Linkity time: a new online magazine all about Northern California. Another thing I can't be bothered to rewrite is a dissertation about how I think I live in Northern California but maps and the mainstream media (hah!) sometimes think I live in Southern California. I usually say Central Coast but some people think Central Coast only means San Luis Obispo and even Santa Barbara, which are way to the south of here. Anyway, I haven't really perused the magazine yet but I'm going to.
On another front, Percy ate my new shoes. My only nice shoes, both in looks and comfort. Shoes I cannot afford to replace. On the other hand, this weekend we had one not very successful dog park trip with all three of them and one very successful one. Pacheco Street Park -- which is one of those tanbark-paved, fenced-with-an-airlock dedicated dog parks worked once, but then when I went back there was an incident. Someone came with an alarming-looking little dog named Peanut and while the dog's owner understood what I was saying about not knowing if I could control the dogs who were not mine, her friend put the weird little mutt down on the ground six feet from where I was barely holding on to them, and Percy lunged at the little dog and wanted to play with him -- like a toy, and I have seen what he does to toys -- and knocked me over and it took all my strength to pull him and Lola back to control. So I had the woman pick up the little dog and go to the opposite side of the litle park while I took my dog and the temporary dogs to the giant car.
The successful dog park trip was to the park I had originally had in mind before I learned about the Pacheco Street one. This was University Terrace Park -- the other end of Meder Street Park. There's a fence, but on the offleash dog side of it (I do not unleash Percy and Lola, though I let go of their leashes: I need to have multiple ways of grabbing them as they do not reliably come when called or sit when told to, though they are improving with the generous application of treats and praise) there is a sloping hangout that leads to a hiking/biking trail. The dogs there were medium sized dogs and they got along fine though one of them got pissed off at Percy (It's easy to do) and chased him around snarling. I thought it was self-limiting but apparently it's a dog that has some issues and the people took their dogs away after that. Then we walked on the trail for a bit and then I took them home so I could go get Emma and she just about finished clearing out that front room while I struggled with the dishwasher which had developed nastiness again. Also, Emma put the beautiful desk her uncle made her into that room for temporary while she and Jason are going to be living in a studio that is too small for it. The room is basically ready for Frank, and by the end of the summer ought to be ready for a renter! Only a year later than I originally planned.
On another front, I cannot afford to replace the shoes because I have successfully paid for Frank's test! He has to take a test every year from here on out to qualify as a doctor in the US and in countries that use the US qualification. He's also taking the tests in Europe, so he will be qualified almost everywhere in the world when he is done.
Linkity time: a new online magazine all about Northern California. Another thing I can't be bothered to rewrite is a dissertation about how I think I live in Northern California but maps and the mainstream media (hah!) sometimes think I live in Southern California. I usually say Central Coast but some people think Central Coast only means San Luis Obispo and even Santa Barbara, which are way to the south of here. Anyway, I haven't really perused the magazine yet but I'm going to.
On another front, Percy ate my new shoes. My only nice shoes, both in looks and comfort. Shoes I cannot afford to replace. On the other hand, this weekend we had one not very successful dog park trip with all three of them and one very successful one. Pacheco Street Park -- which is one of those tanbark-paved, fenced-with-an-airlock dedicated dog parks worked once, but then when I went back there was an incident. Someone came with an alarming-looking little dog named Peanut and while the dog's owner understood what I was saying about not knowing if I could control the dogs who were not mine, her friend put the weird little mutt down on the ground six feet from where I was barely holding on to them, and Percy lunged at the little dog and wanted to play with him -- like a toy, and I have seen what he does to toys -- and knocked me over and it took all my strength to pull him and Lola back to control. So I had the woman pick up the little dog and go to the opposite side of the litle park while I took my dog and the temporary dogs to the giant car.
The successful dog park trip was to the park I had originally had in mind before I learned about the Pacheco Street one. This was University Terrace Park -- the other end of Meder Street Park. There's a fence, but on the offleash dog side of it (I do not unleash Percy and Lola, though I let go of their leashes: I need to have multiple ways of grabbing them as they do not reliably come when called or sit when told to, though they are improving with the generous application of treats and praise) there is a sloping hangout that leads to a hiking/biking trail. The dogs there were medium sized dogs and they got along fine though one of them got pissed off at Percy (It's easy to do) and chased him around snarling. I thought it was self-limiting but apparently it's a dog that has some issues and the people took their dogs away after that. Then we walked on the trail for a bit and then I took them home so I could go get Emma and she just about finished clearing out that front room while I struggled with the dishwasher which had developed nastiness again. Also, Emma put the beautiful desk her uncle made her into that room for temporary while she and Jason are going to be living in a studio that is too small for it. The room is basically ready for Frank, and by the end of the summer ought to be ready for a renter! Only a year later than I originally planned.
On another front, I cannot afford to replace the shoes because I have successfully paid for Frank's test! He has to take a test every year from here on out to qualify as a doctor in the US and in countries that use the US qualification. He's also taking the tests in Europe, so he will be qualified almost everywhere in the world when he is done.