Dotty Parker

what?

I don't have lots to say. I took the dogs for a walk and on the way to the car Sprocket ran away from me. She stood in the road and wouldn't come to me. I was frantic running after her and trying to tell the traffic that my tiny dog was being a goofball and standing in the road.

But she got back in the car, and I was glad she got back in the car. I was angry at her so I pushed her until she lay down on the seat. Then I felt guilty because I wasn't mad at her for being in the car, but for being outside the car so I started petting her. Then, after I was done panicking, we drove home. And I don't think she hates me.

I wrote more about that than I thought I would. I believe that free associating right now would be a good thing. For example, as soon as I wrote "free associating" I thought of the movie What About Bob? Bob free associates about his childhood saying somethingn like, "Okay here are some free associations from my childhood: A toy, a block, a poodle, a noodle, a doodle..." He gets cut off there.

And speaking (writing) of being cut off, I heard at least three episodes of squealing brakes today. I didn't hear any crashy noises, but how strange. I don't remember hearing them since last winter. I suppose it makes sense. Something about cold weather makes people want to make their tires warm, I guess.

And the warmness thing. Sprocket is downstairs sleeping under a blanket. Spring is up here with me sleeping on sweaters. And I'm wishing I had those sweaters folded up and put away since her hair/fur will be firmly interwoven into the knitting.

Oh, and my hair falls out all the time. I feel like every time I touch my head there are a few hairs coming away with my fingers. It's been happening for long enough that I know I'm not sick (I still have hair). I do wonder what the magical attraction of my fingers must be. Maybe if I touch it with my feet all my hair will stay in place.

Posted by dotty at December 4, 2003 11:00 PM