December 27 - Tis the season to slack
Tis the season to slack off! ha ha ha ha! Yes, I've done nothing in days, except stuff myself full of food.
Ignatius the delightful pup, is changing daily, it's amazing to watch puppy development in progress. He's high spirited, and so we've spent lots of time training, he has sit, down and off pretty much down pat, which are often the handiest initial commands. He's great on the lead, but that can all change fast. His little vocabulary is now 'hurry up' (take a pee or shit already will ya?), 'let's go' (quick! follow me!), sit, down, off, 'take it' (yes you can have what's in my hand now), 'outside' (NO! don't do that in here, quick follow me to the door!), and probably a few other tidbits - he definitely knows what 'good boy!' means. Though at this stage, he thinks everything you say counts for the next two seconds and no longer: "off!" (don't chew my dress!) he's right out of there! "good boy!" la la la la la... here chew this lovely toy instead... la la la... "off!" (no, I still don't want you to chew my dress!) and so on, and so on.
I had a lovely Christmas (for lack of a better generic holiday term that applies to my seasonal celebrations, we celebrated Xmas when I was growing up, though both my parents are atheist. Me, I'm a highly spiritual person, though more of in an eclectically pagany-taoist-metaphysically-intuitive-creative-evolving kind of fashion). barbie was away unfortunately, as was Wolfe's Kitty, so it was mostly just Wolfe and I. Now Wolfe is away with Kitty, and barbie should be coming back soon and we'll have holiday time together her and I over the next few days and into the new year.
Xmas eve was fun, my friend Butterfly came over for dinner, and later in the evening took my dumpster diving. I know most of you may think this is an unusual way to spend a holiday eve, but it's an activity I love. Here's Butterfly, a queer trans girl with her little purple Mohawk, all her piercing and tattoos, in her military Xmas fatigues, looking very much her totally unique self, driving me in her very expensive purple car (I really don't know what kind it is, I'm vehicularly challenged - I know it's brand new, I know it's very very fast, I know it's all black leather inside, and the dashboard is all in lovely red lights, it's relatively rare, and it has individual ass warmers in the seat!) to my favorite scavenging haunts. This is the activity I like to call, urban archeology. At any rate, we hit the Value Village dumpsters, and I got some lovely big sofa cushions (the sofa was already missing half of them, so I didn't think it mattered, as it was heading for the dump, not the inside of the store) which will form the center of the dog bed I'm going to construct for Iggy, and I found a can of baby corn and a box of sugar free kool-aid! (actually someone had left a big box of groceries for scavengers, knowing people in need would show up at this locale, I only took two items, because I figure there are people out there worse of than I). Then, at the mega pet store complex dumpsters, I scored big time, on a big bag of all natural lamb and rice dog food, a 41.25lb bag (30% more bonus bag). Not expired, just one 4 inch rip, nothing had even fallen out of it, the things they throw away, I guess no one will buy the damaged one when they have a hundred other non-damaged one's to choose from. It's adult food, so I won't be feeding it to Iggy, but barbie will be happy not to have to pay for dog food for her dog, those Rottweilers go through a lot of chow. Actually all my cat food in the house, wet and dry, right now, came from my last few trips to the same dumpster, and barbies dog has been eating food from other scores we've made there for a couple of months now. It usually covers about 70 percent of my pet food needs, and 50 percent of my cat litter needs (I'm fussy, I only use clumping). I've also gotten food and water bowls from there as well. You'd be amazed at how much of my household, furniture, decorative items, clothes, etc, come from dumpster diving. Though I'm really really picky about my stuff.
I'll list some things off the top of my head, two black lacquer dining room chairs, one Asian restaurant style curved wood, the other more modern and metal, both in good condition. Probably discarded simply because most people want matching chairs, I don't mind having four non-matching dining chairs, they are all black lacquer, and quality - matches enough for me. One computer chair, in perfect condition. Four silk saris - in perfect condition, different colours, I kept three that match my decor, and gave one whose color didn't match, away. About a 5 years worth of fish food. Lots of clothes, a few pairs of shoes - I'm picky, I like natural fibers, virgin wool, silk, Italian leather sandals. Things have to be free of wear, and be stylish, and be to my style. Actually, I could make a really long list, but you get the picture. On to something else!
Okay, I'm tired, on to nothing else. Well, except for a little more slacking.
XO
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Come on.... just a little something, money for tea? for Christmas dinner? for toilet paper? for shaving cream?
for a puppy?for oranges? for tampons? for paper? for Mr. Noodle? hooked on phonics lessons? for anti-depressants? For puppy food? For puppy kindergarten? For bankruptcy fees?