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This Blog's Focus, or lack there of

Edith Wharton said "There are two ways of spreading light ...To be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it." That's what this blog is about, how the light of other people and the world around me have reflected off and in me. . .or other things when I need to write about other things, like walking, lizards, or fruit. There will be pictures of plants. All pictures are taken by me, unless noted.

I say what's on my mind, when it's there, and try to only upload posts that won't hurt or offend readers. However, readers may feel hurt or offended despite my good intentions. Blog-reading is a matter of free choice, that's what I have come to love about it, so if you are not pleased, surf on and/or leave a comment. I welcome any and all kind-hearted commentary.

It's 2012 and my current obsessions are writing and walking, sometimes at the same time. And books. I'm increasingly fascinated by how ebooks are transforming the physical book, forcing it to do more than provide printed words on a page.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

When a Door Closes. . .

Q: Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
A: A person lacking a handful of treats.

This is the new dog door my husband installed last night after I cried (a lot) about how broken the patio door had become (note the duct tape). At first our big fat chocolate lab was skeptical, her being big and fat and the door seeming ever so much less so. All it took was for me to fling a handful of treats through the door into the back yard. Problem solved. At least until the extra diet of treats widens her girth beyond the door's dimensions. It's rated for 100 pounds, so I figure we have a ten pound margin before we need to develop a new plan. My husband weighed her yesterday (yes, he can actually lift her into his arms like a baby and step on the bathroom scale. He is a stud.).

And so the patio door is retired as a form of human egress. I should feel sentimental, but after lifting it with both hands (not like a baby) for the past few years to get it to open, I feel only relief. And besides, I can go through the new door in my bedroom and my son can scamper though the dog door any time. He has more poundage leeway than the chocolate and is infinitely more agile. He doesn't even need the lure of a handful of treats.




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