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Friday, November 19, 2021

man's best friend

 I was thinking that Old Dog's experience in Geezer Gulch would be similar to my mother's at the Bethany, but now I realize that Old Dog is in senior living while my mother was in a retirement home, the main difference being that in the Bethany they fed you and cleaned your apartment and there was medical staff not far away.

I guess the meals would be the big socializer and without them living at Geezer Gulch is not much different from living in Marina City or Old Dog's previous digs.  The first twenty years I lived here I didn't know anybody more than my immediate neighbors, and in the last ten years after I found the Santa hat on the State Street sidewalk Thanksgiving night and became an extravert I have increased my circle of friends but it is still in single digits.

And really most people are kind of boring and getting older doesn't make them any more interesting.  A lot of old people get into the habit of telling their life stories to anybody they can buttonhole and generally their stories aren't that interesting.  It's nice to exchange pleasantries about the weather while riding the elevator and it's safe because it's over in minutes, but otherwise you want to avoid those yammerers who somehow never pause to catch their breath.


Has Old Dog noticed that there way more dogs in the hood than there were before the pandemic?  That is certainly the case downtown.  Also people are taking them into grocery stores and even restaurants with aplomb.  Well I don't mind people aren't all that clean either.

I think chatting up people with dogs is a fine idea.  Who doesn't want their pride and joy praised and aren't most dogs good boys and girls? And knowing nothing more about a person than whether or not they have a dog, I would prefer the dog owner because they have the experience of caring for somebody and they get out and about.


I'm not a bread baker and the dawgs are not news junkies and that is fine.  Years ago I made a bit of a fuss over ice cream machines and even after all these years I am embarrassed about that.  If you aren't interested in a subject just shine it on and talk about whatever you want to talk about.

For instance my life story with all the fascinating details.  Did I say story? I meant to say Journey because you know it was so profound and is an inspiration for.....

Just kidding.  Or am I?


On the CDs there is always the writer's name next to the song or else it says traditional.  As I said I know what I like and I don't understand the music at all.  I understand that a song can be played as a rock song or a country song or one of those diva songs or whatever, so it seems like the credit is to the arranger and not the author, but what do I know?

I mainly like a song if I like the lyrics.  Well except for the music of my youth most of which have terrible lyrics but they are imprinted in my mind like a baby duck and whatever it spies on opening its eyes.  What interests me is when lyrics are attached to a melody or vice versa.  On songs that I like they both seem so well in tune that it is hard to imagine the lyrics with a different melody or vice versa.  

Well maybe that's because the lyrics and the melodies are so well joined in songs that I really like and songs where they are not so well matched are songs I don't like as well.

But then what do I know?

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