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Evolution of Dogs & Couches — Fourth Quarter Begins pg278
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
2013
My downtown backyard with its new short fence was such a great romping garden that it became a dog park for my friend’s fur kids, too. People would drop their small dogs over the fence to play while they ran errands. I put a couch under the pepper tree, and would go out to find my chihuahua Faun snoozing with a Pomeranian and a shitzu, so my life got much cuter.
Back when I moved in, my mother gave me a ficus she had rooted from a flower arrangement. After a couple of decades of re-potting, it became a lovely, large tree in my gallery window (and my only roommate for nine years). While giving it some water and atta-girls, Faun came running in all excited asking, “Who’s here? Who’s here?” I found myself explaining to the dog that I was talking to the plant. The absurdity struck me. I chuckled and realized everything was finally just fine. — From Chapter 15
Writing a blog post before the Muses descend or the coffee kicks in:
No one in the deadly classroom is pays attention to the teacher. Let’s call her Mary. The students yak, throw sinful notes and guffaw. Mary bellows at her unruly creative writing class to come to order. Sloth is first to put her hand up to demand, “Why bother?”
