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I have been informed that my blog contains far too many mentions of canine bowel movements, and not enough discussion of me.
Thank you, Uncle Roy, your opinion is noted.
In other news, having nothing whatsoever to do with canines or their bodily functions, I parked myself in a squashy public library chair today and wrote for almost two hours (go me!). I'd forgotten that next week is finals week on campus -- every desk and table in the library was crowded with students studying (or pretending to study; there were a lot of open binders and laptops going on). Hence the armchair. I balanced my laptop on top of my backpack on top of my lap, so I wouldn't get a crick in my neck from looking quite so far down at the screen, and cranked out almost 900 words.
Not everyone at the library was a student, of course; there was also the usual crowd of browsers, parents with small, hushed children in tow, and an assortment of older folks alternately reading the paper or napping.
One gentleman seemed to be having a pretty rough time of it -- he sat in a chair nearby and commenced sighing and groaning audibly for quite some time. You know the kind of sigh someone makes when they finally sit down after a really long day? It was that noise. About every thirty seconds. The two students studying across from me peered over their shoulders at him, but he was oblivious. Honestly I hope he was okay, but, like, he wasn't visibly bleeding or anything so I think he was rather beyond whatever help I, hanging out in a public library, might offer.
The interesting thing was that, because this personage was impossible to ignore, and because almost everyone else present was being Very Studious, I ended up having a couple of moments with the students across from me, you know the kind when you and a stranger both witness something weird and you widen your eyes at each other? And then after that you kind of have a camaraderie with them? That happened. We were united in our bemusement over this other patron. Eventually they moved on to a quieter location, and I moved on back to my car in order to go to work. I don't know what happened to the noisy-sighing man.
So there. A blog entry that wasn't remotely about dog poop.
:D
Thank you, Uncle Roy, your opinion is noted.
In other news, having nothing whatsoever to do with canines or their bodily functions, I parked myself in a squashy public library chair today and wrote for almost two hours (go me!). I'd forgotten that next week is finals week on campus -- every desk and table in the library was crowded with students studying (or pretending to study; there were a lot of open binders and laptops going on). Hence the armchair. I balanced my laptop on top of my backpack on top of my lap, so I wouldn't get a crick in my neck from looking quite so far down at the screen, and cranked out almost 900 words.
Not everyone at the library was a student, of course; there was also the usual crowd of browsers, parents with small, hushed children in tow, and an assortment of older folks alternately reading the paper or napping.
One gentleman seemed to be having a pretty rough time of it -- he sat in a chair nearby and commenced sighing and groaning audibly for quite some time. You know the kind of sigh someone makes when they finally sit down after a really long day? It was that noise. About every thirty seconds. The two students studying across from me peered over their shoulders at him, but he was oblivious. Honestly I hope he was okay, but, like, he wasn't visibly bleeding or anything so I think he was rather beyond whatever help I, hanging out in a public library, might offer.
The interesting thing was that, because this personage was impossible to ignore, and because almost everyone else present was being Very Studious, I ended up having a couple of moments with the students across from me, you know the kind when you and a stranger both witness something weird and you widen your eyes at each other? And then after that you kind of have a camaraderie with them? That happened. We were united in our bemusement over this other patron. Eventually they moved on to a quieter location, and I moved on back to my car in order to go to work. I don't know what happened to the noisy-sighing man.
So there. A blog entry that wasn't remotely about dog poop.
:D