First you learn a new language, profanity; and second you learn not to discipline your dogs when you're mad, and that's most of the time when you're training dogs. ~Lou Schultz, trainer of Alaskan Huskies Yesterday's Entries 2000: Cult Status CURRENTLY READING Strange Life of Ivan Osokin TONIGHT on TV Nothing--
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A BIT OF THIS, A BIT OF THAT August 15, 2004 We're not having good luck at the dog park lately. It seems we're either too early or too late and the only 4-footed critters we encounter are dogs who are out jogging with their owners. Sheila races back and forth along the fence barking her "come play with me!" bark, but they just jog on by. She needs to run, though, so she chases birds, she chases the park equipment, she runs with joggers who pass by the dog park. She's been looking longingly at the top of the fence. Fortunately she hasn't (yet) been a jumper. If she were to try to leap that fence she'd probably impale herself on the wire at the top of it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for another dog soon.
You just never know where things are going to lead. Having acquired Sheila from the SPCA and having volunteered to take pictures a couple of times has landed me on the SPCA newsletter committee. An acquaintance who knows that I write a bit asked if I'd consider it, and invited me to a meeting the other night. There were seven of us, six very dedicated, informed, talented people--and me. Somehow the upshot of the meeting is that I've agreed to write the lead article, about adopting pets through the SPCA, complete with photos which I will supply. Now, considering that I don't have a clue how this organization works (they don't want the nuts and bolts of the process, but the displays where the pets are able to be seen by the public and the volunteers who make that all happen), this should be interesting. But--hey--I'm the person who has interviewed choreographers without knowing a thing about dance, and directors knowing very little about straight theatre. I can do this. And it might be sorta fun. At least it's a new adventure. Kind of funny, since I've been part of the newsletter staff for every single organization I've belonged to ever since I edited the high school newspaper. I think this is the first time I've been recruited for an organization I didn't even belong to yet. The woman who does the layout and supervises the printing reminds me of me when I was her age. Very computer savvy, very print savvy, very much in charge of the process. It made me feel good that my part will be just writing and editing and that I don't have to worry that someone is going to ask me to do the whole thing.
In other news, I discovered last week that I am an idiot. (I'm not sure I like that chorus of affirmation from all of you out there!) I am going to New Jersey next week to meet with the women who make up the altered book group. We've finished Round 1 of the books and are now working on Round 2, but we decided to all get together after Round 1 and meet each other, since we have not met before. I have only met one of the women in the group--and she isn't coming. Our hostess lives in New Jersey and the nearest airport to her home is Philadelphia, so the plan was for me to fly into Philly on Thursday morning (taking the red eye, leaving Sacramento at midnight) and then flying back on Sunday. It was going to be perfect. I have a good friend living in New Jersey whom I haven't seen in several years. He was going to pick me up at the gathering, take me to lunch, and drop me at the airport on Sunday afternoon. One of the women is meeting my plane on Thursday and will give me a mini tour of the city before we all gather that night. She wrote to ask me to give her my flight information. I pulled out my ticketless travel itinerary and looked at it in shock. I had, indeed, booked the red eye on Wednesday night, but my flight back isn't on Sunday, it's on Monday! I couldn't believe I had done that. What's more, I got this ticket at a rock bottom price, so to change it would cost me $200. Argh! Sheepishly, I wrote to my hostess and asked if I could possibly spend one more night. She has graciously agreed to let me stay an extra night and one of the other women may also stay so she can take me to the airport the next afternoon. I can't believe that I could be that stupid, when I thought I had checked and double checked the dates. But I am very much looking forward to meeting the group and so we can all admire all of our handiwork. I'm taking the last book with me to give back to the owner...if I continue to be as responsible as I was about making the plane reservation, the book will still be sitting here on the kitchen counter when I get on the plane! |
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