November 19, 2016
This morning, I took the dogs to the beach again. I let go of their check cords immediately. They followed me. They didn't play. They didn't chase birds. When I reversed course, they lain in the sand. Were they bored or tired? It was probably the latter since our beach walk the day before was as far as they've walked in a while.
As I was packing up BOB - filling the water tank, stowing the hose, mat, bike, folding chair, etc. - a couple stopped by to pet Addison and Jasper. They are THE couple with the four Westies! Their dogs are unrelated, and they range in age from nine to 14. Sometimes I think that two Westies are two too many, any they know that four are too many. But, I could tell they would have more! Their son has two Westies and their daughter has one, so they have seven when the family convenes. Now, that is a Westie Festie!
I'm giving Chris Thile another chance tonight.
This afternoon, I mailed letters to the CEOs or the senior-most HR people at five companies which make and or sell shit I like. I rode my bike over three miles to mail them at the post office where they will lay dormant until four Monday afternoon. I doubt my old-school-cover-letter-resume-snail-mail will produce fruit, but until I get another idea, I'll keep doing the same.
Kim sent me a text this morning saying that their Miami condo had fallen through, and he asked what am I doing after we meet on Jekyll Island. I said that I planned to head across the Gulf Coast en route to Austin, but that I hadn't booked anything yet. They fly to St. Lucia from Miami on the 14th of December, so I predict that I will be spending the first two weeks of December in Florida with them. I should probably join a senior dating service while I'm there, since the transience of my stay equals the pool's life expectancy. Austin, I'll see you in the New Year.
The music is better on "A Prairie Home Companion" since Thile took over, but that is Thile's layup move.
The couple across the road from me have been fishing since they arrived. They have a bossy Chihuahua and a five-month-old Labrador-Shepherd-TBD mutt who is adorable and will be huge. They told me yesterday that they were fishing for puffers which have melt-in-your-mouth filets. They said if they caught enough they'd give me some. Uh, yum? My understanding is that seagulls are garbage cans, so why don't they eat the dead puffers on the beach? It's because they know better! If a dog or a seagull won't eat it, it's because it's either lethal or it's a vegetable, or, better yet, they can't tell the difference because to them they are the same.
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Siobhan M. Knox
In May 2016, I bought a five ton, 25’ long Class C motorhome because I like to drive, I like to travel, and it’s more fun and less expensive than living in a hotel. No prior RV experience was required, and I had none: perfect. I’m writing a book about my adventures which will come to an end when I get a job. The dogs will be sad.