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August 16, 2012

Round and round

Filed under: Animals — bitchontheblog @ 17:55
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In the line of my desk’s vision is a florist’s shop. Run by a mother and her daughter. Both as round as apples. Sweet and lovely. Wish I could give them more business. Can’t, currently, afford to buy myself flowers.

They have a dog. It’s not small. Neither is it big. It’s ugly. The street has – most painfully and as slowly as only the English can – been pedestrianized in the last many months. So whilst the big wigs who give a shit over a parking fine which makes no dent in their restaurant bill will park where they shouldn’t the dog is now out there. Not that we have much sun but whenever I see that dog outside the florist’s shop, on the freshly laid pavement, that saying about “Mad dogs and Englishmen in the midday sun” springs to mind. Kittens chase their own tail. But then cats make do with whatever moving comes their way. That dog runs around in circles. Incessantly. If he were a human they’d carted him off to a lunatic asylum a long time ago.




  1. I’m looking out my window by this computer. All I see is mountains & mesas. Interesting. Now I know you live in the city or town. You might have told us, “I live in the city (or town.)” There’s a rocky path behind our house that goes to the canyon, but mostly it’s a cliff. Our kids played wherever they wanted. We’re lucky they’re still alive. I have two friends who lost sons that fell off cliffs. One woman was smoking at a party & stepped back, to fall to her death. A boy was at the edge which broke off. A boy duct taped his “girlfriend” to her seat & drove off a cliff. He died; she survived. Our town is only 16,000 people.
    I’m getting carried away.

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 16, 2012 @ 21:58 | Reply

    • Do get carried away, Bike Hike Babe. I love hearing about your life.

      I have lived in villages, in cities, in the middle of nowhere. Not yet on the moon or Mars but it can only be a matter of time.

      Heights are not for me. Mainly because they draw you to them. I too have friends who lost sons and a brother. In once case the parents’ marriage promptly fell apart. No, they didn’t lose them to cliffs or mountains. Motorbikes. I hate motorbikes. Nearly was killed – riding pillion – on one myself (age 18). The escape was so narrow it was a miracle. Needless to say that, in the last week, the Angel has become obsessed with wanting to own a bike. It’s one thing having him hitch hike round France, cold sweat on my brow; it’s another knowing he is on a bike. I knew this mothering lark would do my head in one day. Since he doesn’t like to spend money all I can hope for now that he’ll sit on his pennies. Wish me luck.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 16, 2012 @ 22:23 | Reply

    • Our town is more like 10,000 population. Twelve miles down the mesa is White Rock which is suppose to be part of our town, but it’s so far away & they have their own stores there. So I consider Los Alamos proper is only 10,000.

      Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 16, 2012 @ 23:43 | Reply

  2. Sometimes going round and round is comforting. It’s better than walking in a straight line to no where or somewhere you don’t want to be. At least when you go round and round, you end up in a familiar place. Whether human or non-human, familiar is usually preferable to “huh?” That’s why things don’t change much in offices or in governments…

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — August 17, 2012 @ 14:33 | Reply

    • It’s a good point, Lorna. I myself would be embarrassed to be that dog. Its behaviour indicating a lack of imagination. Not that I would want to anguish my owner by slinking round the corner in search of adventure.

      And I’ve given up on most offices and most certainly the baby faces of the current British government. Whatever has happened to the magnificent days of Mrs Thatcher’s statesmanship? Or the delicious Prime Minister this country should have had: Michael Heseltine?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 17, 2012 @ 15:51 | Reply

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