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Oct. 3rd, 2011
that big grey-looking dog
Oct. 3rd, 2011 09:07 amWalking to the first bus stop, I am startled by a big doberman and that big grey-looking dog that I've only started seeing around here recently. My book bag is fairly empty and would not be much of a deterrent to these sizeable, mature dogs were they to slip into full-attack mode, but fortunately it is enough for me to swing the bag around and shout menacingly.
Too many wild dogs around here.
That grey one has been on my mind, because I think he put the bite on the mini-doberman across the street.
My cats, my cats...
Too many wild dogs around here.
That grey one has been on my mind, because I think he put the bite on the mini-doberman across the street.
My cats, my cats...
a big fire downtown
Oct. 3rd, 2011 10:30 amI knew there had been a big fire downtown over the weekend, and I did think it sounded like it might have been in the area of my Chi-Tai restaurant, but I shook it off: what are the odds.
Walking to the library, I do make sure to take a look to see that it is business and usual for my restaurant, and, pow, the fire was right there, and they street is even cordoned off. I even walk past a press conference about the fire.
Fuck!
Walking to the library, I do make sure to take a look to see that it is business and usual for my restaurant, and, pow, the fire was right there, and they street is even cordoned off. I even walk past a press conference about the fire.
Fuck!
Plan B for lunch
Oct. 3rd, 2011 10:45 amThe library's history and biography selections are much thinner and poorer than before, but I immediately find one that I had immediately placed on my wish list after a Book-TV presentation: David A. Nichols's "Eisenhower 1956".
Being happy enough with this fast selection, Plan B for lunch crystalizes, which is to catch the bus an hour earlier and get some Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Being happy enough with this fast selection, Plan B for lunch crystalizes, which is to catch the bus an hour earlier and get some Kentucky Fried Chicken.
almost stumbling hungry
Oct. 3rd, 2011 11:30 amWalking to the bus, I am really hungry, almost stumbling hungry, and I am rather wishing that I might spot a KFC here, or maybe a McDonald's, something that I might have somehow missed before.
I also think about double-checking on that Chi-Tai place, but I immediately blow off that idea: what I had seen I am sure I saw.
However, walking from way to way, I am nearby, and I am hungry, and I really do miss that chicken fried rice, so I step through the parking garage path, and I see the store is lighted. I walk on, and I can see that short-haired waitress. I cannot believe it: the place is actually open!
Delicious! I should've ordered a second meal after I finished the first.
Incidentally, as I was finishing my lunch, a party of eight came: policemen or firemen, something like that. They were certainly of that higher breed of man, the tall, strong Anglo type.
I now have a long wait for the bus, of course, but it's a reasonably cool day, and I do have that "Eisenhower" book.
I also think about double-checking on that Chi-Tai place, but I immediately blow off that idea: what I had seen I am sure I saw.
However, walking from way to way, I am nearby, and I am hungry, and I really do miss that chicken fried rice, so I step through the parking garage path, and I see the store is lighted. I walk on, and I can see that short-haired waitress. I cannot believe it: the place is actually open!
Delicious! I should've ordered a second meal after I finished the first.
Incidentally, as I was finishing my lunch, a party of eight came: policemen or firemen, something like that. They were certainly of that higher breed of man, the tall, strong Anglo type.
I now have a long wait for the bus, of course, but it's a reasonably cool day, and I do have that "Eisenhower" book.
Walking home
Oct. 3rd, 2011 01:25 pmWalking home from the bus stop, I take the Dun Hill street instead of the one I usually take, on account of those dogs this morning. But guess what? I ran into that grey dog again. I was less worried this time: there was no doberman, and my book bag had some more heft now.
Reading Life
Oct. 3rd, 2011 10:55 pmNow that I am getting in some late-night reading, it occurs to me that one of the disadvantages of getting a history book is that I have to stick to poetry for my late-night reading as well as for any fun reading I may want to do during the blogging day. A good novel that absorbs one's interest is the best fun reading.
But I'm not complaining, at least not much. I am still enjoying the poetry. Right now, I am working my way again through that old little collection of 100 poems that I remember getting in Austin.
I'm anxious to see if my book-blogging will also be able to serve this function, those personalized bites of favorite reading. I have not yet worked my way far enough through a book to really test it out yet, and that will be a while off yet.
But I'm not complaining, at least not much. I am still enjoying the poetry. Right now, I am working my way again through that old little collection of 100 poems that I remember getting in Austin.
I'm anxious to see if my book-blogging will also be able to serve this function, those personalized bites of favorite reading. I have not yet worked my way far enough through a book to really test it out yet, and that will be a while off yet.