buddy horse(!)

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AC crashed out last night and we were on repair tech call watch from 0800 on so, while I usually make it a point to not have my phone with me on my run, today I did. Fortunately that means I a.) snapped a picture of and b.) get to write something about Buddy Horse, Buddy Horse being a recent arrival, the engine of an Amish family who moved into a house that once had Joy, the coon hound whom I returned home a number of times, as its guard.

Now that we’ve become acquainted, Buddy Horse runs alongside me as I pass his pasture most mornings, between OCD pacings on his loop and indulging in some hay; I often get a happy nod when I call out, BUDDY HORSE! – and yes, if I drive past him I shout it from the trucklet. Drive by BUDDY HORSE-ing.

Note: might check with his humans if it’s ok if I give him the herding ball I bought Kirby that’s way too big for the backyard and for Kirby, give him something to do, another repetitive task to add to his Buddy Horse OCD oeuvre.

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Domed, day two, day infinity. New vacuum cleaner arrived and is fully assembled. House vacuumed. Derbz helped, with both assembly and with vacuuming though spent most of the time barking at it.

I’m staring at a thing I want to turn into something but heat-brain precludes me from figuring out where to start / etc etc (begin from the beginning and go on through to the yeah fuck you rabbit or hatter or whichever one you were I’m under the dome here).

Three dead in a fire at a local Econo Lodge, cause still under investigation. Local newspaper so pathetic the story wasn’t written by a local reporter but one for a Columbus paper (90 minutes south) and any and all news I’m getting on it is coming from Cleveland news stations (45-60min north).

Under the dome, indeed.

roadslides

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Near the top of the main hill of the morning's run, scattered slides along the road, some bordered in red, some in their natural white. Seems that someone was getting rid of them and they ended up, as per usual, scattered and soaked. Not much light this morning, but I was able to pick one up and take a look: kids playing in the front yard of the house across the street from where I found them in that familiar 70s-80s warmth. The old man who lived there died a few months back and an estate sale yielded no new owners (or maybe it did); I remember him sitting on a lawnchair with his little white dog and waving to me as I ran past almost every day for several years until gradually he came out with a walker and then he stopped coming out at all.