Another day when there is no God

Wumpery is rampant on a2k

Gnawed toys are the slurpies of the dogs.

Do you consecrate the donut as part of the ritual? Sometimes I just use an English Muffin.

Something new learned every day.

Of course it's poorly thought out. What is a cave man? Someone who lives in a cave? Then OK. But it's not really an accurate description of any species of genus homo. And 6K years ago there was only homo sapiens running around (in and out of caves).

When I was twenty two, I stayed with my Aunt Appie for a time. She was a salty old woman, who had once switched me with a peach tree branch for laughing, once she told me to stop. (My big brother was making funny faces at me from behind her) She had moved to California from Virginia, many years before. A near neighbor, the woman who owned the cleaners at the corner, became her first friend in the new home. So it was natural that the woman brought a cake on one of her initial visits.

When the woman cut them each a slice and sat down with her at the table, Appie just could not eat. She had never had a black person be so familiar. Her Virginia background could not abide it. But she overcame this feeling and forty or fifty years later, they still were friends. I did not even know of Appie, until one day, when we were getting evicted and we needed a home. Her property was a long lot, with two houses in the back. Her home had all the civilized fixtures, but the house in the far back had an outhouse. We moved there. About a year or more later, in December of 1957, we moved to Texas. So, by the time I came to stay with her, I had known her, in person, just over a year.

I played my Bob Dylan record of With God on Our Side, in my room, but her sharp ears caught the words, and she kept saying, "That's right." She had always watched Oral Roberts' healing sessions on the TV and tuned in Billy Graham's shows. When I spoke with her, she said she contributed as much of her pension check as possible to Billy Graham. I tried not to discuss this stuff, but she kept on about it. I am a bit ashamed to say, that once when she told me how a man had fired a gun into a crowd listening to Billy Graham, the bullet missed. "Who was there?" she said. And I mentioned that this very week, a church roof in Chile had fallen on a congregation of nine hundred persons. She waved it off. "Oh. that just happens."

She was old and growing weaker. I moved on, to San Francisco. About a year after I left, she died.

Dogs. Can't live without them, can't live without them.

One reason I won't be changing residences any time soon is that my landlord has a dobie that I've befriended. We play everytime I leave or come back. She's a sweetie.

A good dog will worm its way into the heart. They will be a pal when people are calling me out for the bastard I may be.

I've been fond of some dobies too. Derby the dobie, for example.

????? You lost me there...

I was talking about a favorite doberman, as I have liked some dobermans.

I don't understand why that was hard.

Oh. I was thinking it was a cartoon character or something. Google didn't help.