Dec 18, 2006 17:38
In Winnipeg I met a dancing dog who compressed the entire spectrum of canine emotional reaction into a single hopping, trotting, paw-flapping jig. She was very small. It was too much for me. Dancing every time you're happy is a high plateau of greatness, I think -- but there's a billion flavours of happy. Not that I'm pointing any fingers, or that somebody's primary responsibility might be to teach her another dance.
Second day back. Helped my dad rearrange the TV side of the den, and sorted out the messy wires behind our home entertainment system, braiding them with frustratingly short ties. Met the horrible dawning truth that a second-generation Sega Genesis AC adapter doesn't work with a mark one genesis. Met Curt, briefly, at the Salvation Army. He works with two babes, who are complete babes.
Bought a frozen duck. No gift-giving 'til Boxing Day, apparently, because that's a day of price slashing. Not that I'm pointing any fingers, but somebody needs to discover thrift stores.
Either I finish a short story over the break (my life will be compressed into my parents' basement as it is, for the visiting thing) or I come back to school with my fingernails yanked out by me.
The frozen duck's for yuletide dinner.