A Hell of a Place to Lose a Cow
I just finished reading the book by that title (the one up over your head, of course). A good day. Not to say that it was one day's read, because I started it quite a while ago (in fact, there's probably a mention of it somewhere on this web site, but I haven't looked), but today was a good one.
A few days ago I started pulling out books, holding them up so Lindsay could see them, and telling her how many pages I'd gotten through before I stopped. This was one of them. Thing is, I really liked the second half a lot more than the first, but I don't know if that was me or the book. Probably a bit of both. I'd read parts of it before, when they were published in National Geographic, most notably the bit where he meets Ramblin' Jack Elliot (I'm pretty sure that Elliot has two L's, as opposed to T.S., who I'm pretty sure could only afford one. Speaking of TS Eliot, have you read Catch-22? Why not?).
So I spent part of my day ripping cd's to my hard drive and reading the cow book. Each time I had to change cd's or finished a chapter I'd do some sort of exercise or stretch, so I even feel pretty good physically, which is a miracle given that only hours before I squeezed into my jeans and utterly depressed myself with how much squeezing was involved.
And I'm using this background just because I'm tired of the gray one.
John's dog has run away again, but this time he hasn't come back. Well, he doesn't really run away so much as he runs around, but he was dragging his leash, a 20 foot long rope. We think it must've gotten tangled on something. Hopefully somebody has him, but he doesn't have the phone number on him, just his rabies vaccination tag. John's putting out flyers tonight.
There is a pack of coyotes around here, they've heard them several times and some of the neighbors say they've seen them. Today John saw a dead coyote.