buddy horse(!)
AC failed 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.
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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.
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