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I recently read a book by one of my favorite authors, John Scalzi, called “Your Hate Mail Will be Graded.” The book contains a decade of blogs (1998-2008) from Scalzi’s Whatever site. Scalzi writes about whatever is on his mind and he doesn’t care about other people’s opinions. The blog is all about what he thinks and it can be funny, poignant, scary, or angry according to the topic. If you have very strong opinions about things and are easily offended then don’t read it. He pushed my buttons a couple of times but even on those topics he made me think. I always gravitate toward humor because I enjoy laughing. However, an author who can make me laugh and think deeply is one I will read over and over and over. Scalzi doesn’t arrange his blogs in numerical order. The years are mixed up. You can read a blog from 2004 and it may be followed by one from 1998. What surprised me so much was being reminded of what was happening in the country during those years. It wasn’t that long ago but it’s amazing what I had forgotten about current events back then. It was also fun to see what he speculated the outcome would be about events when I knew what the outcome actually was. There were some blogs on writing, but not that many. The ones he had were excellent, especially the one on advice to young writers.  But for the most part, the topics covered a wide range. It made me wonder if I had the nerve to open my blog up to...

The Art of Digging

  Sunday was another play date for Bo and his girlfriend, Sadie. They quickly resumed excavating their den in the dog run. I was impressed to see how Bo handled the accumulated dirt. When the pile got too high he stood on top of it and his back paws industriously kicked the pile of dirt so that it spread over a larger area. That let him continue excavating the den without the discard pile getting in the way. It never occurred to me that he would know to do that, but after thinking about it, animals that dig must have a system for it. Sadie seemed content to watch her man work, although occasionally she lent a paw. It was interesting to see them working and playing together. They invented a new game, which I called I’ve Got It and You Don’t. Sadie found one of Bo’s balls and started squeaking it. Bo immediately ran over and took it out of her mouth. She ran after him, grab the ball out of his mouth and high-tailed it out of there. Bo chased her, retrieved the ball and the game continued. I tried throwing a second ball into the mix but they ignored it. The game was getting the ball away from the other one. Eventually, I had to take the ball away as it started to get a little too aggressive for my furniture. But then they started it again with a leaf Bo picked up from the floor. They had knocked it off of my Christmas cactus during their rough housing. Sadie leaned over and took it away from...

Deadline

I had a deadline on Tuesday, which is why I didn’t get a blog up on Monday. Apologies to those few hardy souls who checked in with me. This deadline had been looming over me for the past several weeks. As it approached I felt more and more stressed about getting the job done, mainly because information I needed to do my part hadn’t arrived. I finally gave up waiting for it and tried to do my part as best as I could. I hate working without boundaries. It’s much harder to pull together a strong design when you don’t know the shape and size of the parts that will have to be included. It almost always requires redoing my work to accommodate it. The information finally arrived and I was able to get the job done in time. I made the deadline. But that started me thinking about the origin of the word deadline. I felt mentally dead by the time I turned in the job but I was pretty sure that wasn’t the original intent of the word. A quick check on Google gave me three possibilities. The first dates back to Civil War times and refers to the area around a prisoner-of-war camp that was the kill zone. If a prisoner stepped into that area it was okay for the soldiers to shoot him. It was the dead-line. You were dead if you crossed it. That was a little too graphic for me. I didn’t want actual death associated with the term, even if mentally that was how I felt. On to the next possibility, which...

More Beautiful Writing

From Shades of Earth by Beth Revis: I stand on my tiptoes to reach Elder’s lips better, but I lose my balance, slipping on the wet stones. Elder’s grip on me is so tight, though, that he easily lifts me from the ground, spinning in a slow circle, his laughter weaving in between raindrops to splash against my...

Magic

Shadows dance across the curtain Deer bounding over the snow Magic.                   Okay, I have to confess that these aren’t the deer I saw these deer are headed in the opposite direction to the ones I saw I actually took these photos last winter. My excuse is there wasn’t time to grab my camera and photograph the deer after I saw their shadows cross my curtain. They were already in the next yard by...

Season Smells

 There is nothing like the smell of wet dog to bring home the season. Forget gingerbread, roast turkey, and fresh baked cookies. Wet dog is the smell of...