Like most of our Saturdays we had things to do. Susan wanted to go to the bank and to Trader Joes and perhaps get her car washed. I wanted to get the grill’s propane tank refilled and maybe go for a bike ride and finish my freelance assignment. First up on the agenda: taking Ranger …
Buster the tortoise, goes cuckoo for two things: hibiscus blooms and the blossoms that a plant called the snail vine produces (no doubt because the little purple flowers have something of a resemblance to snail shells… personally I don’t see it). When my mom lived in Sherman Oaks she had a snail vine plant growing …
• Generally speaking the answer from Shadow and Pepper to Ranger’s robust requests for recreation is “Not really.” But at least they’re being polite.
Having given up yesterday afternoon, I’m now back at the transcribing desk, or rather a satellite version of it. Inside a few minutes earlier I mandated a change of place — namely an outdoor one. So having duly relocated the lapper and its webcam… …to the patio table and cracked open a fresh Diet Pepsi …
…Or also known from Ranger’s perspective as: “Hey! Where’d everybody go? Blackjack’s wonderful new guardian Carlos came by last night at 6 p.m. and picked her up to take her to her new home and family. Part of me had been hoping I’d’ve been on my weekly river ride and missed the exchange, but instead …
Needing another break from the ongoing transcribing “process,” I turn to a relic that’s never been too far from my desktop since the late 1980s. It’s one of two things I cherish from my predominately uncherishable stepfather Bill Cox — neither of them officially bequeathed to me after his 1988 death so much as just …
I’m ankle deep and sinking into the transcription of an hour-long recording of a phone call wherein the person I was interviewing yesterday was on a cell phone first in his car and then in what sounded like a Starbucks. Translation? Transcribing audio tape is hell enough without a word or several in practically every …