Singular encounter takes place at local pharmacy. Dear Don and elderly man exchange words as to whether clerk was shouting at woman who came in with Small Dog. Don defended clerk as not having shouted, but merely Doing Her Job. Elderly man disagrees and wrangle ensues.
Wrangle ends when two policemen, having sensibly stayed at back of store and well out of fray, stroll out escorting small dog under arm and stroking canine perpetrator on head. (Original woman with dog mysteriously not seen again).
Am reminded of mysterious giant fire hydrant in nearby park, and wonder if current incident is prelude to dogs taking control? Current dog not only the subject of controversy, but has recruited local law enforcement as minions.
Can only suppose dogs will do much better with Civilization on the whole. (NB: As bike rider, am familiar with Ankle Biting tendencies of small dogs, and feel vague fears forming.) Remember recent odd behavior of dear Sugar Baby. If she is part of future plot and invasion, will I have Advantage, or be First to Go?
Further disputes with computer take place when website insists I type in series of letters and numbers called ‘captcha’ Designation of jumbled symbols sound like ‘capture’ and since seeming purpose of captchas appears to be to drive internet users outside and Into Traffic, name is apt. Running into traffic not recommended as vent to frustration.
(Query: Although internet was introduced by my generation, is it truly meant for the aged and frail of mind?) Reminiscences of past inventions for which special aid and instruction were needed, and disappeared before they were were mastered, appear in mind’s eye: Answering machines, tape players, microwaves.
While browsing online, read symptoms of many forms of cancer. Reading about diseases not a favorite thing to do, as become convinced I have all of them. Medical course in school a failure as was positive I had every condition described in textbook.
Decide later that if medical career a non-starter, have advantage in Decanting Things. During course of housecleaning, combined three partially used bottles of ketchup, two packages of saltines, and two bottles of mustard. Cannot understand dear Brandon’s reluctance to use up remaining amounts of things left in jars and bottles.
Perhaps Little People will have Answers to this. If not, will insinuate myself as authority on vagaries of human nature, and Laws can be passed.
(Mem: Make note of own odd tendencies and make effort to eradicate them. Start with massive collection of library books).
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