Sunday, February 8, 2009

My Gloriously Creative Day

It was only 6-1/2 hours ago that I went to bed. I've been awake for well over an hour and have done my Sunday morning routine:
  • shower,
  • shave,
  • brush teeth,
  • get dressed,
    empty dishwasher and dish drainer,
  • load dishwasher with last night's dishes,
  • clean pots on stove,
  • make coffee,
  • check to make sure Matilda (the duck carved from the roots of a tropical tree) is still on guard in the back yard,
  • verify that Raul (the rabbit made from clay) is still vigilant,
  • and accomplish other miscellaneous Sunday morning tasks.
Then, after my wife arose, we had a breakfast of toasted bread (or, her case, toasted hoagie buns) coated with her special guacamole (crushed avocadoes mixed with salt and crushed jalapeƱos) and then topped with turkey bacon. Food of the gods.

As I contemplate these Herculean feats, it occurs to me that we (my wife and I) have a tendency to attach names to inanimate "pretend" animals. Maybe that's because we have no real pets. Despite my desire to have a pocket-sized dog.

I said just yesterday (or was it the day before) that I would blog only when I have something of import to say. My Sunday morning routine and our practice of assigning names to wood and fired clay does not qualify as having "import." So, to make up for this momentary lapse, I will examine, briefly, the state of animals in the U.S. today.

Too many people do not take seriously their responsibilities toward pets. Many people seem to obtain pets on a whim and quickly tire of them and then they either abandon them or take them to shelters. Most shelters have limited space and resources and cannot cope with the volume of animals that find their way to the protection of the shelter. And, so, the animals are euthanized. That is barbaric. Of course I understand many shelters have no choice. It's the people who abandon their pets who are barbaric. If someone truly cannot care for, or can no longer afford, a pet, that person should make it his or her mission in life to find a good home for the animal. It's too easy to dump the "problem" on someone else.

People who simply abandon their pets are far worse, though. Those people are heartless bastards who deserve to be staked naked to a steel pole in a hyaena habitat, after having been "softened up" with a broken whiskey bottle wielded by an angry drunk.

OK, now that's out of my system, at least temporarily, here's my plan for the day:
  • Take this miserable excuse for a notebook computer (Sony Vaio) to Micro Center to see if they can find out why it drops my Internet connection after a minute or an hour or two and then cannot reestablish it without me rebooting the computer;
  • Look at mini-notebook computers for my office...computers we could use on-site for client event, board meetings, and the like;
  • Stock up on fresh vegetables from Fiesta, where such things are 1/4 the price at Tom Thumb or Kroger;
  • Plan lunches for the upcoming week and, if I'm energetic, make them so I can be lazy in the mornings;
  • Consider buying several trees to plant in my front and back yards within the next couple of weeks;
  • Send a homeowner database for my homeowners association to the association president so SHE can deal with creating a new directory; and
  • Chill.


So, there you have it. Don't you?

3 comments:

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Sounds *way* too busy for a Sunday to me. We went on a walk. And spent all afternoon at a bar on the other end of said walk.

Ellie

KathyR said...

If it isn't too late, I'd like to advise you not to plant any of those trees directly over your sewer line. As me how I know...

Springer Kneeblood said...

OK, Kathy. How do you know not to planttrees directly over sewer lines? Hmmm?