A reminder from this latest foray: Aaaah, the power of imperfectionism. On clear display here. “It’s the thought that counts” could never be more applicable.
But this friend had recently lost her partner of 50+ years and I wanted to follow up our phone visit with something in the mail. Plus, she–an SPCA volunteer and greyhound rescuer–loves dogs. Not sure what she thinks of left-handers, however…
Another reminder: Dog images just plain work for me. And our pets have to earn their keep somehow, right?
Yet another reminder…4 x 6 photos double as postcards quite nicely. [though I’m generally too lazy to dig for a postcard stamp, so I end up slapping on a first-class and get it sent!]
Am hoping the card spurs a little interest and action.
Thanks for visiting. I always appreciate the folks who press the ‘Like’ button to let me know the post arrived safely.
I am always happy to steer you to letter-writing destinations and resources on the Web. Just let me know what you need.
National Make a Dog’s Day…
Essentials for the day:
–Donate to Senior Dog Rescue of Oregon.
–Follow through on the three daily walks.
–Hide treats around the house beneath stuffed animals or under well-worn yogurt containers. [Not exactly Martha Stewart Living material, but it keeps him entertained.]
And finally, give his highness time on his throne.
And let’s tie in the importance of dogs to writers with this post from Writer Unboxed.
–If you want to crank out a substandard product and still make a little cash, look to the world of pet products. After all, how can you guarantee the entertainment value of a dog toy? And so, it’s a wide open marketplace. “Barkley couldn’t live without his Squiggly Squirrel” goes the testimonial. What we’re not told is Barkley would equally relish an empty milk container.
–Nike, Under Armour, Adidas… Shouldn’t you be paying us to advertise your products as we wear them?
–I am still waiting for that blasted ‘volumizing’ shampoo to kick in after years of use. My forehead continues its relentless advance.
So, here I am and I am clearly in need of a new look for drafts in MacJournal…
There—that’s better. Charter Roman…I like it.
Giving in to meaningless font-focused distractions prompts me to share a few more tips on how to fail at this writing thing.
1. Have a dog. For a less-fettered path to failure, get one with a clear opinion of his superiority over any digital device.
2. Live in a locale with great weather. That sun just pulls me away, with each wavelength of radiant flux** reminding me that: A. I need vitamin D B. camping out in front of a screen is a waste of valuable daylight.
3. Own a DVR. But if you ARE going to sit in front of a screen and waste valuable daylight, you might as well be catching up on [insert favorite cable series here].
4. Keep your most valuable insights and creations on a plethora of notebooks scattered throughout the universe.
5. Nurture a lifelong interest in sports. [Diabolical ESPN.com opens on its own, I swear.] Checking for croquet updates is thus inevitable, followed by an all-too-convenient point-and-click side trip to your favorite croqueter’s profile.
**Another tip for failure: Find it imperative to research how sunlight is measure.
Today’s topic: Cinnamon rolls.
Come on folks, if there isn’t a roiling ooze of brown sugar, melted butter, and cinnamon the second the knife presses into the roll, it ain’t a cinnamon roll.
Want one with frosting? How about powdered sugar/cream cheese mortar? Something that requires the slathering skills of a professional mason. And yes, paying the guy’s union rate is worth it.
My cardiologist awaits…
Buttons was safe.
Now she had to figure out who owned this house.
I want to live in a world where employees get paternity/maternity leave for when a new dog or cat joins the family. It makes perfect sense!
“Snuffles, this is where you will sleep.” *
“Jujubee, this is when I will feed you.” **
“Angel Face, that’s what the backyard is for.” ***
“Forsythia, we’re going to have to change your name.” ****
“Maxwell, I’m going to have to discipline you.” *****
* “Yes, this is my chest.”
** “With intermittent snack times pending your approval.”
*** “Or at least not the living room.”
**** “No animal deserves that name.”
***** “I’ll be shortening our snuggle time by ten seconds.”
visiting with friends…
I’ve seen these guys around town, but never realized they had spiritual leanings.
The sign also suggests they’re headed to their SUV for relocation.
This little diva was miffed that local paparazzi
were interrupting her extended lunch.