rolanni | Breaking for lunch

So, I've written some, and taken an evening walk to shake up the brain cells. I think I'll have lunch now, rather than trying to remember to interrupt myself again, in an hour.

Miles on the day thus far: 5. That's pretty good. It's easier to walk in town. I may have said that before.

Speaking of walking, and of cameras that run out of batteries at inopportune moments. . .

This morning, besides depriving me of a picture of Bo, who was certainly the single most photogenic thing I've seen in town so far, I lost the opportunity of. . .

A youngish, but no longer young woman, with longish and bedraggled too-blonde hair, wearing a pink OOB sweatshirt and shorts. She's at the sad beginning of a day following a bitter night, and she's sitting on the concrete ledge of a building at the end of a parking lot, huddled over her cigarette like it's her last ray of hope. Next to her on the wall of the building is a sign: Dead End

. . .

On this evening's walk, camera-less (Yes, yes, I could have taken the big camera, but it's...big, and I can't hold it steady anymore. The little camera has shake control.), I passed a tree that has woven its roots in and ~~threw~~ through a stone wall that's keeping a small hill from sliding across the sidewalk. I'm going to have to walk that way again, with a camera; it was Absolutely Amazing.

...and with that, I'm getting that sandwich, and then I'm getting back to work.

I hope everybody has a good evening.

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I'm enjoying your Archer's Beach adventure. Thanks for sharing it. I hope your immersion in the locale is giving you all manner of inspiration and fodder for the book(s) you're writing.

On the other hand, being pretty much Steveless and very much catless till the end of the month .. well, it's good you got you a little vitamin Dog. If they have a humane society, maybe you can stop there for a few doses to get by. Just sayin'.

No, no. If I stop at the Saco Friends of Animals, I will want to bring someone home with me. Far better to depend upon the kindness of chance-met canines and their people.

I thought about this later and was sorry I'd posted the comment. Not to mention loving up a critter you *can't* bring home and not being able to explain that.

I'm not allowed in animal shelters, either.

When Steve visits next, why not have him bring you the cat of your choice? With accompanying supplies and toys, of course. That way you wouldn't be lonely and would be Properly Supervised in your creative efforts.

Well...because one of the conditions of the (sub) lease is "no pets." Granted, it doesn't say "no stockholders," but I don't expect either of the other two sides of this arrangement to understand the fine points.

I hate that kind of lease. Living in a university city, I see a lot of that. I pay a small fortune in rent plus the usual pet deposit to keep my feline owner. I also invoked the service animal bit with a note from my doctor, since I suffer from increasing hereditary deafness.

Sasha was not trained to alert me to the phone and doorbell; she just does it. I suspect she figured that I needed Proper Supervision and Management. It is rather difficult to ignore 22 pounds of Maine Coon mix sitting on ones chest, not to mention morning tuna breath in ones face. Eesh.

I assume you are referring to a homeless woman and her little dog Bo. Not sure. There is so much suffering in this world. Let's hope some person with expertise in these matters happens by who can help. I have been very grateful to be working with the animals all these years. Helping people is far more difficult.

No, no, Bo's lady is not homeless. He provides well for her, I'm sure, and his five cats, too. He seemed very solid and responsible.

But you're right. Helping people is much harder than helping animals.

Breaking for lunch

Thank you

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Catless, Steveless

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Catless in Maine

Supreme Frustration

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