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Dog was always around me growing up. No way to escape it. Born in New York, the first I remember was Elmer. Dog died and for a while it was life without dog. My family moved to Florida and again dog was in my life. Every day it was dog. Trixie to be exact. Trixie was the family dog and after that dog died my mother bought a snooty dog. Prior to that we never had to pay for dog. They just came into our lives. The dog she bought had papers... pedigree to be exact. Sheba was her name. My dad caller her shit-head. Sheba was all white and my mother often paid for a groomer to wash and shampoo Sheba and add the finishing touch... that pink bow in her hair!

I'm not sure what happened to Sheba as my mother passed away and I was married living in my own house with Missy. Missy was a stray dog and feeding her corned beef wasn't a good idea as she never left after that. Before Missy came along shortly after someone broke into my garage and stole several of my model helicopters. Bastids... they were all customized and worth thousands. Insurance only paid a fraction as recovery. I'm sure had Missy been there they wouldn't have made it into the garage.
Sometimes dog in my life was a good thing, especially when a salesman came calling and had a black briefcase. Missy didn't like salesmen. I'll never forget the time she went after one of them as he was getting out of his car. She ripped the leather covering on his briefcase and the white padding was poofing out!.

Not long after, we learned Missy wasn't spayed and our clan of dog grew times 5. Rambo, Boots, Bear and two others who had no personality. Incidentally Rambo was our favorite. When it was time to move, they all found people to adopt them.

I was in the process of a divorce and somehow gifted a chow... the one with a black tongue. Oh yeah, more dog and more puppies. We had a pen with the puppies and a sign in the front yard. My dad was monitoring the event and after he returned from lunch every dog was gone.

A friend was moving to a no-dog community and I received Cheyenne a German Shepard who disliked inside. Not long after, I was gifted a Dalmatian puppy George who had to be the dumbest specie of 4-legged animals. George learned to climb a chain link fence and get into trouble, usually returning a day or two later. One day while gardening George made a break for freedom taking Cheyenne as an accomplice. Heavy rains came washing away the scent and they were missing for a while. Maybe a week. I checked online at the animal shelter to see if they were apprehended, but no luck.

One afternoon, I heard a familiar bark at my front door, Dumb and Dumber returned.
Amazing that both of them had their tails between the legs and the dropped head 'We fooked up daddy' look. Too much for me, George made a new home at the Dalmatian Rescue and at the age of 14, Cheyenne died. Buried in my back yard... I didn't mention that to the new owner I sold the house to!

So, that's my story. No more dog in my life. I live without dog.
One of my best friends volunteers a few days a week at the animal shelter and no longer asks if I want to adopt because my standard answer is I live without dog.

The guy in the condo across from me is a heavy smoker. He often sits in his screened porch that faces the courtyard puffing away and doing business. Semi-retired, he does handyman projects from time-to-time. In the past few days (probably due to the rain) he paces the covered walkway... smoking.

The guy below him, also retired, listens to music on his porch... also puffing away.
Anywhere from 6am until midnight, there's a really good chance the courtyard and balcony will have the smell of cigarette smoke.

Usually, I walk along the main road in the evening... after 11pm and sometimes I smell fresh cigarette smoke. A few of the residents smoke cigars. Most of these smokers are over the age of 60... at that age they have no intentions of quitting.

This morning, I got up earlier than usual and decided to do a brisk walk... along more than 200 condos facing the roadway and found it surprising as the smell of 'morning cigarettes' was every few hundred feet.

I lost a friend earlier this year. A drummer who started playing in the 60's. I remember in high school one summer my parents let my band to use the house for practice. He was allowed to stay at my house for a few weeks and smoked a cigarette seconds before going to sleep and seconds after waking up. Cause of death: lung cancer.

Condo living is not for me and I've been shopping for another place to live. Preference would be a small house, cottage or townhouse... somewhere away from smokers.

...A dystopian cautionary tale, worse than one from any fiction page turner.
The one party fake communist, VERY fake, state that is China, is well on it's way to completing their system of "social scoring". Based on almost universal CCTV coverage, individual personal data/social media, and, as always, reporting on each other, each citizen gets a score, for their behaviors---and thoughts.The idea is to promote pro- social behaviors, but really also to measure and to enforce support for the one Party.
It's part of the alternative to free market forces, and societies otherwise democratically trying to promote good among citizens. The higher the score, the better the baubles. Kids of high ranking Party members going to the best universities. You get it.
The new Chinese way to live. After the failures of great leaps backward, multiple megadeath famines, the cultural devolution, red gargantuans, Uyghur Konzentrationslagern,--- and the rest of it---an unsurprising next step. No need to have it voted in by citizens or legislatures. Nice. VERY nice.
Slick indeed. Want it for you and for your families and friends?

Some things I wish I could have made up more than others.

For me Love has always been a tough go. I always tend to find male or female that insensitive to my needs. However, I am hoping to find someone that can love both at my best and at my worst. I am getting ready to move back to Denver, Colorado, from Omaha, Nebraska. Also I have certain s*xual desires that I want my love to be able to understand.

Sum thing $pecial to raise your [ dead ] eYe Q.
....just a simple review of subjects we have harped ON since 0ct.32, 2019...
1189..A bigger $crew. } gematria Vacci-NATION.
....84...R & D.
1105...$wift.) bill Gates Vaccines.©
....pop Index....
Pandemic / comethazine
..Truth / Washington
Red medicine / Fugazi
..R E D./ Swift....) Infectious hospital.../ Dem. Hammer...) Post 0p / 4 out of 5 Doctors
..$ Y N..) F U L L Communism / downtown boys
A R ] ..did you hear me ?/..red light district....
1666...starry starry night.
. 477.... dangerous
1189...UWRI.) Hebrew for Many Lights.
..b.) black cat Halloween..c. A seven branch menorah
D...black covfefe & sugar...e.) love is patient
F..) Fresno Intelligence grip- don't get the chip.
G..) holy Legislature, Batman.

Is that true?

I was listening to Art Bell one night and it was on the program called are you losing your mind.

In the middle of talking to a woman, Art decided to take in some random calls. A man is on the other side. He says, woman are losing their minds. He says, women want sex right away and no long term relationships.

Art starts laughing and asks the woman he is talking to if that is true. She replies, I wish I can give away my body.



I am not sure Art laughed after hearing that.

It's Halloween weekend and a full moon. With a 3 hour nap after dinner, I'm now in zombie mode. I've got a client meeting in the morning and thinking it's time to get some real sleep.
Explained in an earlier blog, we were on a boil water order from the Public Works Department because they repaired a water main in the road leading to my condo.

The order was rescinded yesterday and now at 2am... "We ain't got no stinkin' water"

Right, we've got no water, so I took a walk in the opposite direction as the repair site because 4 trucks with flashing lights were a hundred yards or so down the street. They used a small tractor and dug a hole to fix what must have been another break in the pipe.

I've got the feeling this will be an all-nighter before the water comes back on.
In preparation, we did bottle a few gallons of tap water prior to the first episode so a quick wash before bed will happen. Just like camping!