Circles and Spheres

It's been a quiet day around Dogville. Blake arrived determined to ingest anything he could reach, which was quite a bit, most of it indigestible, so I finally put him in the bathroom for a time out while I gathered up shredded magazines, covered OilMan's puzzle, or at least what was left of it, and relocated  bric-a-brac, like the subject of todays blips to loftier perches.

Blake and Ozzie and I walked up to check out the latest action in the new development. Beeping trucks are still moving earth from side to side and top to bottom. The once grassy hill is now scraped clean and reconfigured into flat lots. Piles of pipes in various sizes await burial and bigger, sturdier fences have been erected around the whole thing. It is not a pretty sight.

OilMan returned from golf with tales of the man he played with today, who had recently recovered from an accident resulting in many broken bones  and blamed every bad shot on the resulting malfunctions. As if the game of golf could get any worse….We took Blake with us to VJB where we sat in the piazza and had lunch and a glass of robust red wine. Blake wore his little purple service dog vest and behaved beautifully, lying next to my chair and watching the action without comment.

The afternoon has unfolded quietly enough with napping dogs, and a half hearted effort on my part to bring some order out of the chaos that is my closet,while I listened to a radio program on procrastination and an 'expert' who explained how he rationalizes and redirects his tendency toward putting things off. I could have done that.