Many Things

I didn’t have my pre-Christmas bout of the blues, but I think I’m having them now, just over lunch. Am I doing the right thing? I don’t know. About anything. I just don’t know.

I’ve got to get to the TSLA and get that off my plate.

We got the dog one of those nose leads. He hates it, but it cures every problem I have walking him, so we’re sticking with it. He’s such a sweetheart. The cats still hate him, though. A couple of the Butcher’s friends came over with their kid. She’s gone from speaking on or two words that only her parents can really understand to speaking whole clear sentences overnight it seems. And she told the new kitty, “You can jump into my arms and I’ll catch you.” The new kitty didn’t believe her, but I was impressed.

My mom and I went Christmas shopping for my dad. One of the things I hate about Christmas is that my dad won’t tell anyone what he wants and then he acts all hurt–and I think is genuinely hurt–when he doesn’t get anything he wants. So, at Christmas, my mom had a million presents to open and the rest of us had like one or two. And it hurt my dad’s feelings that she didn’t have a million presents for him. Which I felt bad about, but, really, it’s his own damn fault for not telling anyone what he might like.

He also repeatedly tried to talk me into writing “real” stories about “real” things. And I laughed him off, because it’s ridiculous. But everyone wants to be the boss of everyone. Never doubt that.

Anyway, my mom. We’re shopping for my dad and she’s talking about how people have run him down to her before and how she hates that and has decided those people have small, boring lives. “I get to have Brent Phillips,” she said. “My life is never dull.”

My reader finished up this draft of Ben & Sue and I think she has figured out what’s not working with the last 1/4. I’m really excited. It’s like, duh, finally, I feel like I have some idea of what to do to make it work for me.

Big changes are afoot, things I don’t feel comfortable talking about here. But I’m trying to handle them gracefully. I’m just scared. I have to make some decisions. And other people have to make some decisions. And I have to hope our decisions all line up.

4 thoughts on “Many Things

  1. I hit up the TSLA a few weeks back for some research. It’s a very interesting place. Wish I had time to go more often. It’s only a couple of blocks from my office but I feel like I’d just be pulling what I want to look at when my hour is up.

    Please tell me of this nose lead. Our Pyr/Aus Shepard mix is nuts on a leash. She’s been known to jump so hard and fast that the leash pulls her over on her back. And/or me down on my front.

  2. Well, let me reiterate that he HATES it. But, it has reduced the tugging. I want to try it out for a few more days before offering a full-throated recommendation, because by the end of our walk today, I thought he might be figuring out how to tug on it, but so far, it’s really great.

    It works by basically wrapping around the dog’s nose and head and then, the leash attaches to it, below the muzzle, and not to the collar. So, whenever the dog tries to pull, he ends up pulling his own head down. So, if he wants his head up where he can see things, he has to not pull.

    Remind me again in a week to tell you what I think, but right now, it’s kind of a miracle. It’s like what you hope for in a pinch collar in terms of behavior modification, but without the pinching.

  3. First, B., thanks for sharing about your writing process. It’s really inspiring, and I have some good reading to anticipate. Second, I sympathize with your issue with your father. One of the things my wife and I are getting better at working on is my lack of mental telepathy. I can be an arrogant, self-righteous, passive-aggressive asshole, but sometimes I don’t know when I’m transgressing. She’s getting better at calling me out fairly immediately, instead of stewing and waiting for me to take a hint. It’s very helpful, and it underscores the need for demanding what one wants instead of hoping that magical love dust will sprinkle the information directly into another’s subconscious mind.

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