Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Wild Start, Tame Finish

From the Palm Beach Post pictures section I present Heidi Montag. Heidi may be the most cosmetically altered woman on the planet. She can no longer run or smile. The picture pretty much portrays what she can do. I am sure she is a brilliant conversationalist-everything from "A to B."

You would think that a man who had a two mile bike ride and had given his dog a bath by 9:00 a.m. would have a sense of accomplishment. Instead I was livid. Miss Honey had been given bad ideas by her owner. Two nights ago I let her go after a coon. That turned out O.K. A few cockleburs to remove but no harm done to dog or coons. Last night, Buster, who had only had one tinkle all day was overdue. Honey had been watching for her chance and in the midst of a rain storm, was off like a shot chasing a possum. I thought she would be right back. Then I heard her barking outside the campground manager's house (11:00-ish) and thought we were in deep doo-doo. I retrieved her but not before I watched her magnificent predator skills being employed. She would grab the possum by its yucky tail and drag it out of a bush, fighting and squealing. I think we made it out of there without being I.D.'d. This morning she was at the ready and as soon as I opened the door she was gone. She led me on a merry chase. She was into the marshes and out again chasing whatever she could. I was chasing her on the bike. Finally I turned back and that was a game changer. As long as I am pursuing she thinks it is a great game. I headed home, she followed. I snagged her and led her home. She was filthy with swamp muck. So the baby shampoo came out and the hose and a towel. She was less than cooperative. There is enough shampoo left on her that she will make suds if she gets wet again. She is looking better tonight but she was a sight all day and I am not sure her tail will ever be white again. Haven't seen a possum all day though.

Puttery day other than that. Sorting for storage and making progress. Will go to see Greg and Lew's new digs tomorrow.
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