lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
New Roommate, Chapter 2
I have the need to be alone, to hide away, sequester,
but my roommate never leaves the room! She’s somewhat of a nester.
She seems to be ensconced here with her creepy boyfriend Lester,
and my irritation’s turned into a boil about to fester.
I may not make it to the end of the next semester
when I can find a roommate who is less of a rester.
She can be a talker or messy or a jester.
She can use my makeup, wear my clothes or gripe and pester.
In fact, I will take anyone short of a child molester,
so long as she’s a roamer—a gad-about, a quester!!!!
See Chapter 1 HERE.
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What’s going on here?
What’s that you’re reading, dear?
Must be good or you’d not lose
your brand new patent leather shoes.
Image from Google via Vivian Zems “Smell the Coffee”
Art by Rob Goldstein. re-blog by me of a re-blog by kstreet607, The Fifth Column, from Gronda Morin 2016.
Occasionally I do water exercises and there’s a 7-year old boy learning to swim also in the pool with us. The other day he swam up to me and touched my bulging belly and asked “what’s in there?” I asked “what’s in your stomach?” And he said “food.” That’s when it dawned on me that he had expected the word “a baby.”
Wow! I came close to losing it tonight. My helper was visiting and I thought it would be funny to have a photo of a crocodile among the several photos on my gravatar. She helped me go ahead and make the crocodile my avatar so (I thought) whenever I had a particular kind of post I could use that one for my avatar.
Later, after that was completed, I happened to look at some of my comments and they ALL — back to the beginning of my blog about two years ago–had my picture as a crocodile! In case you’re wondering, this was almost the photo of me presented to the world with sweet blogs as well as raunchy ones:
So, in over reaction to my close call, I’ve at least temporarily changed it to me, in pink, tra la!
That face you make when eating your first roasted brussels sprouts! OMG, I wanted to rinse my mouth out with bleach! THEY WERE HORRIBLE!
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There’s a grocery store just down the street from my apartment. Around the corner from this grocery store there is a white, metal, glass-fronted box. It’s a few feet high and a few feet wide. It’s labeled “Dog Parker.” And as the cutesy instructive text explains, it’s an alternative to tying your dog’s leash to a pole while you step into a store. You just walk your dog in there! And then you download the app! And then you lock the dog inside! With the app!
I’d never seen it in use. But for months, every single time I walked by I’d slow my step, add a beat of delicious anticipation, and say a silent prayer: Please, Lord, let this be the day I see a dog trapped in a tiny pop-up prison.
After long hours of idle speculation, I finally read up. According to the the official origin story on DogParker.com, founder Chelsea Brownridge found inspiration for the start-up through her own dog, Winston, “a terrier mix rescue who lives with me in Brooklyn” and “is extremely high-energy” and “suffers from FOMO (Fear of Missing Out).” Too often, Brownridge continues, “Winston needed to stay home more than either of us wanted just because I’d go into a store for a few minutes where he wasn’t allowed. I hated that Winston and I were missing out on lots of extra walks and adventures together.”
As you won’t be surprised to hear, the official Dog Parker verbiage avoids terms common to incarceration. (Like “solitary confinement,” or “restrictive housing,” or “the hole,” or “the bing,” or “torture according to the UN Special Rapporteur on Torture.”) The company’s marketing refers to their product as “on demand neighborhood dog houses.” Very cute! One thing, though, I thought to myself as I read that: dog houses don’t lock you inside via app once you enter them.