Box of Rocks, Pt. II

First: no, I didn't go back to get a puppy. I know that, the way my life is situated, getting a pup would be unfair to the puppy. I am nothing if not a realist.

Second: I felt a bit better today. I went out train chasing with my camera. I caught train after train running both east and westbound. The ground was dark and damp, saturated with last night's rain. The sky was cobalt blue and resounded with crystal clarity. I feel compelled to post a photo.




Third: our so-called "union" is hamstrung with internal strife that may cost the membership not just thousands of dollars, but potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars in suits extant. My union is, unfortunately in Fornicalia, a "closed shop" -- meaning that I have no choice: the dollars for my "association" WILL be taken from my paycheck. However, as the dysfunctional competing president, vice-president and board no longer represent me and, in my opinion, no one but their diminutive-brained selves -- well, I cannot halt the deductions from my check, but I believe a law exists whereupon I CAN choose between the "association" and, for example, a CHARITY that I designate.

Is there anyone sufficiently versed in the area that can confirm this option for me in Fornicalia? Can you quote this law for me? Given the choice, I determine NEVER to provide another PENNY to my union and, if the option is available, I would designate my union dues be sent directly to my local Law Enforcement Chaplaincy.

Fourth: the Coonies came to eat the cat food I leave nightly for my three feral cat buddies in the neighborhood. I don't leave the water anymore because the Coonies invite all their friends and cousins, conduct a massive hand-washing session and leave a bowl of dirty water. I've seen them bring out the bristle brushes, Palmolive soap, comb their hair, apply hair gel, some nice Ralph Lauren spray. And they're fun to watch.



Fifth: I subscribe to DirecTV but none of the premium channels. I don't get HBO or CineMax or anything else. Showtime is FREE this weekend. So I've been watching a bunch of movies, and Californication, Brotherhood and, of course, my favourite: DEXTER. I have all three of the Dexter books authored by Jeff Lindsey. Grand fun.

Sixth: Go Green Bay Packers! Brett Favre is the last of a breed: a player who feels more obligated to the team than to himself. Unlike, for example, Joe Montana and Jerry Rice -- who jumped ship for their last seasons.

Life is short. Find your loved one. Take her or him into your arms tonight. Tell them what you really think about them. Realize what an incredible value they are in your life. Be good.

Go Pack!






BZ