The Apple Store

I was finally able to sojourn to the newest Apple Store in town located at Town Center in Leawood, Kansas. The facade and interior are both extremely representational of Apple computers. The storefront has a monolithic, glowing Apple logo, while the inside has seamless, gray floors and aluminum walls. Here I am goggling over a MacBook and pining for an iPhone. Meanwhile, my pitiful PC is too aged for the DVDs I want to play. Fortunately, I may resort to using my work laptop, a Mac past her prime whose cover refuses to shut properly. Soon Walsworth will be buying Tracey and me new 13 inch MacBooks. I am looking forward to biking with a 4.5 pound computer raher than a 6.6 pound one.

Poem per Diem

She's a peein'
He's a peein'
I'm a peein'
Yer a peein'

Wild Deer Chase

A few Saturdays ago, my canine, Shadow, truly showed me what Ceasar Millan meant when he said that dogs are first Animal, then canine, dog, and individual, an abridged version of Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species.

Clearly demonstrating my lack of off-leash training, a mere moment after unleashing her Shadow plunged through the zoysia grass behind my apartment to tree a frenetic squirrel in the Silver Maple. Completely immersed in the hunt, and ignoring my pitiful recall, she sharply turned her head and bulleted through the apartment complex towards the west end of the Indian Creek Trail.

At this point I tore after her demonstrating my panic more than experiencing it.

After driving and running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and coercing Tracey to do likewise, I ran under Wornall down the trail to the West, while Tracey drove to the trail head on Holmes.

Fearing her her contact with a car, I realized what a braying cow feels like looking for the lost calf. As I sprinted and called her, I began to encounter pedestrians who had seen a furry, black collie walking with a woman and her white dog. After a few conversations I discovered that she was going to take Shadow home and call the number on the tag, which I feared may not have my correct contact information.

Running at a much greater clip than my morning jog, I sent two cyclists ahead to track down my quarry. Arriving at the empty trail head, the clarion beacon of my cell phone revealed that the dog tag was correct and Shadow would soon be back at the trail head.

The most intriguing part of the story is that Shadow's new friends discovered her terrorizing three deer high high-tailing it away from herl. Shadow then, of course, abandoned the chase for some canine social interaction with the white dog. Shadow had spooked the deer so much that they saw one still running from 99th street up past their house on 93rd.

In summation, I have a more profound respect for Shadow's herding, social and pedestrian abilities, while a rightfully diminished understanding that off-leash training is much more profound than walking fifty feet from the trail to my back door in the moring. Cheers, Shadow!

The Farm

Finally got to spend a day at the farm for Grandpa's birthday, and, of course, for a frolic in the lespedeza capitata and big bluestem.

A Greater Crater

A greater crater grates my brain
reverberating bends and breaks

lithosphere shudders
shock wave obeys
circumambulating gray

a rift in time
in mind

The Meatier Meteor

The meatier meteor measured my minced mink milk in milliliters.

Minus-One-Run

Lots of cool fun
With icicle buns
Hope you can come!

Procrastinating Regeneration

Well, I'm tired but up--it is Friday, you know. I think tomorrow will be a late sleeping day for me with the medication cocktail I chose this evening. All I can say is that I love hickory nuts. After fifteen minutes of pulverizing an almost indestructible shell sending shock waves through neighboring apartments, wearing a leather glove with Ace Wrap mummifying my still aching thumb, and after scavenging through shrapnel scattered across my basement floor, which was sometimes flavored with kitty liter, I think I know what it means to be a squirrel.

Things to Buy with Christmas Money

• adult-sized silly putty
• pantyhose that comes in an egg for the silly putty
• telescope
• ergonomic shoes that my orthodics fit into
• They Might Be Giants album(s)
• cowgirl boots
• wood and inside-out carpet to prevent the feline from demolishing everything I hold dear
• another cat
• a giant laser
• new underwear that is not baggy
• anti-mud paraphernalia
• a url

In the beginning, Erin made infinity...

Welcome to my blog! I'm glad you've dropped in to revel in my haughtily absorbent banter.

Today I go to the counselor and will change from work shoes to tennis shoes. I have orthodics that unfortunately don't fit into any dress shoes (omitting the boots with the epidermal felt shedding), which super-sucks, because I just paid $36 to get my two remaining pairs repaired. Prehaps their destiny is to, in their repaired state, grace another set of large podocytes, since my feet totally hurt without my cushy comfort. My attempts to dress up for work are again thwarted by my eccentricities. I hope that the purpose of this blog will be someday fulfilled, which is to learn CSS. My attempts last year were demolished by the peak of my undiagnosed bipolar and abusive relationship. A new year dawns amidst newly formed, overly ambitious expectations for me. Perhaps this counseling session will drift in this direction, God only knows (or is it I for which that knowledge is concealed). Perhaps a time turner would tell. Next blog: What I would do with a Time Turner. You have the COM, e:)