November 14, 2005
Does the Time Cube Exist?
We live in the city. So, when the critters want to go out for a little tinkle, it's time for me to take them out.
I have determined that 2 a.m. isn't a particularly good time to take them out. The bars close down at 2. What possesses drunk humans to think that barking at dogs is funny? What would happen if the barking, obviously irritated Bella somehow got loose?
Ten to six on Sunday morning allows an uninterrupted hour or so to wander around. Also, if the dogs were inclined to trip me, this would be a good time to do so because nobody would see me fall down and scrape my right elbow. Also, people tend to give someone walking three dogs a wide berth. The blood running down my arm added to the don't-fuck-with-that-maniac aura.
Four a.m. It's nice to know that there is at least one place that delivers pizza at 4 in the morning. This is unknown in suburbia. Next time the dogs are up at 4 and want a snack, I can make a call.
Also, on the same excursion, but upon my return to the building at about 4:15 a.m., a police car did that classic pull up to the curb the wrong way with lights shining in my eyes routine with two cops jumping out and asking me if I live in 607. I don't, and I told them that; but what other answer would they expect? "Do they bite?" the shorter, older guy asked, pointing to the dogs. "Not police," I said.
For the record, I did not let the police into the building. The big, young guy grabbed the door before it closed and politely let the pizza guy out. The older one asked the pizza guy if he had any pizza left in the delivery car ... no. Damn. The cops rode elevator with me, petting the dogs.
Stacey mentioned photos ... these are taken with my phone.
Here's a view of the Flats out one of our windows.
This is a view at sunset out the windows.
A female crew rowing at dusk while I walked the dogs.
This is a view out of Stacey's hospital window.
This is a view of Stacey's grotesque, swollen, stapled appendage.
Ouch!
Posted by: Joel at November 15, 2005 01:51 AMGee thanks. I nearly choked myself to death with the extremely sharp inhalation of coffee I did when I scrolled to that photo. Disclaim next time!
So glad all went well and to see the both of you back. Also glad I don't have to city-walk my walnut-sized bladder Sky dog--so much easier to open the door and boot him out into the fenced-in back yard at 3:00 a.m.
Posted by: Vicki at November 15, 2005 08:49 AMSo glad to hear from you two. Glad everything seems a little saner.
Very nice fall tree pic from the hospital window. We don't get those purty colors here in Cowtown.
Can't wait to see more photos of the new place, and more doggies photos please.
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at November 15, 2005 05:43 PMNice photos. I expect you'll be building up a gang of very early morning friends. Hope Stacey's leg is looking more comfortable by now.
Posted by: Anji at November 16, 2005 10:14 AMI'm with Vicki- but more than hating having to drag my ass out at 3 pm to walk the dog(s), in whatever weather, I would hate having to scoop thier city poop at 3pm.
But a great view!
Posted by: lucy at November 18, 2005 03:08 PMWhat a nice clean wound! Looks like that will be minimal scarring when it's all healed.
Posted by: Suzette at November 19, 2005 12:18 PMI'm sorry but this: "Also, people tend to give someone walking three dogs a wide berth. The blood running down my arm added to the don't-fuck-with-that-maniac aura." made me laugh out loud even though there was blood running down your arm. I'm glad I wasn't trying to drink anything at the same time because I would have spit on my keyboard and probably the screen. I hope your elbow is better.
Stacey's leg did NOT make me laugh, however. I hope your therapy is going well, Stace.
Posted by: Keri at November 21, 2005 08:53 AMOWWWWW! I hope Stacey is feeling much, much better than the visual evidence suggests.
Posted by: mfblogger at November 22, 2005 07:07 PM