Been a While

It's been a while since I've blogged. So what should I blog about? How about dogs.

I've been thinking about getting a dog a lot more lately. I'm not going to get one now, I don't think. I still have my master plan to move out of my house and get a deluxe apartment in the sky. However, I'm not sure that will happen next spring, the original thought.

Several reasons: One, I'm lazy. It takes a lot of energy to move, and I'm not sure I have that in me just yet. Two, the housing market continues to suck, though in my *expert* opinion, it will continue to suck for quite some time. More so than those first two reasons is Arnie. Arnie is my 85-ish-year-old neighbor, he lives behind me across the alley. Now, if you met Arnie, you'd never take him for 85-ish, especially if you saw him out there taking down a big oak tree, like he did last summer, or re-sealing his driveway, which he does every summer. Arnie is married, too. His wife is much younger and takes very good care of him.

So what the hell does Arnie have to do with me not moving?

Well, I'd feel kind of bad. We're buddies, and I help him with stuff sometimes. I didn't help him with the oak tree though. It was here one day, gone the next, and he did it with a friend, I believe. Arnie has a snow blower, but it's a little thing, so when big snows come, I help him blow it out with my mac daddy blower. Generally, that's all I help him with, but none of us are getting any younger, so I'm sure as time goes on, I'll help him more. Plus he's my buddy, and I'd feel bad leaving him.

Another reason is my neighbor directly next door, whose husband died suddenly in January. That was one of the six or so deaths I dealt with this winter. I help her some, like I'll just cut her grass while I'm cutting mine or something--I mean, not simultaneously, that would be impossible, but you know what I mean. I stopped by the other day just to quickly talk some "business", and she invited me in, and we talked for over an hour. I was STARVING, I'd just gotten off my bike from work. Hey though, it is hard to just up and leave when you're talking to a someone who was suddenly made a widow. At least it better be hard for you to get up under those circumstances.

I am loyal to my people, that is why I might delay my move.

I had a dream last night that I was dogsitting that awesome Akita (I almost called it an "Ikea") dog, Cal, from my neighborhood. That dog loves me, it's ridiculous. Anyway, in my dream Cal escaped my yard, so I was all freaked out. She came back though, and we were very happy. It's good when things that left come back, yo.

So I probably won't get a dog anytime soon, because I will probably move into an apartment sooner than later.

That's all I got.