||[Mar. 23rd, 2002|02:18 pm]
It's a sunny, cold day. The cats are all sleeping by the windows enjoying the sunshine and I figured I'd just write today.|
No topic (or in a few cases here topics) today. I'm just going to tip my head over and let the stream of consciousness flow.
I drove down my town's main street. The local chamber of commerce has people dressed up in bunny outfits. Several of them waved at me. Without having pulled the car over to talk there is no way for me to know for sure, but from body language alone I took some educated guesses as to who was in a few of the costumes.
The next time I see those people if I remember I'll ask them if I'd guessed right.
The neighbor's dog just started barking. He's a good dog. While I don't think his owner likes me telling his dog to stop barking I do on occasion. What I think really upsets the guy is that his dog listens to me.
Actually that person has two dogs. The other rarely barks. That one has long tan hair and reminds me a little of Misty; the best, and smartest dog I ever knew. To this day I'll still dream of her. God, I miss that dog.
Misty saw me through some hard times when I was a kid.
Funny thing this stream of consciousness writing. Going with the flow takes a person to some unexpected places. I wouldn't have though that I'd be sitting here teary eyed over a dog that died so long ago.
Time to move on and let the stream continue. Except it seems still for the moment. In quiet respect for Misty maybe? Well, whatever the reason the stream has stilled and I think it's time to end this.
Actually there is more. I just got up and petted Boots. I care just as much for this cat as I did/do for Misty. The feeling isn't quite the same, but it is just as deep a feeling.
Feelings. Not an easy topic especially for a guy to talk about. I wish "H" was here, but then again she knows me too well now.