Ennui Spectacular, #1
Guera Feo brought in a dead bird this morning (this is not it, but the google provides). I assume she killed it, as she is wont to do, but I have no proof. Still, it seemed relatively warm and pliant as I gathered it in a plastic grocery bag, the type that you find stuck in trees after a windy day, our 21The Patriots looked good last night, the Red Sox are ascendent in September, and it is a good time to be a new england sports fan. I've been burned by too many October tragedies to rally my hopes too much yet, but if the Sox continue to play at this level they'll probably have me as lathered as the rest of the Nation.
Speaking of October tragedies, what's the line on an attack in the US next month? Do they give odds for things like that in Vegas?
posted by Smash Hit Tom at 16:10
2 Bleatings
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At the dealership when a bird runs into one of the big panes of glass it's an omen a salesman will be fired. One day a fellow salesman went out picked up the bird and said "I'll bite the head of this bird for fifty bucks" Evrybody kicked in a tenner. He bit the head off. No one was fired. No birds have hit the window since. I don't think he washed his hands.
Did daughter know the bird was dead ? what does she think about dead things ?
F new england sports. A pox on your Pats.
Well, now I know what carnival geeks do when they can't find work in their chosen prosfession. They sell cars. sounds like a happy crew, you sick bastards.
She knows about dead things, and has an understanding about where meat comes from (when I told her beef was from cows, she told me, "but, cows don't want to be eated!" and refused to touch anymore...). Still, it was the first time she had ever handled anything higher on the food chain than a bug which had died. I'm not quite sure she understood completely that it was dead, or even had been alive at one point. Or she may have thought it was asleep. She onl had it for a few seconds before I saw her and realized what it was she had, and she had just woken up. I didn't tell her what it was, but she heard me tell the wife, and she didn't get upset. It's strange, she has a book of nursery rhymes, one of which is about a dog that broke it's leg. about a year and a half ago, she pointed to the drawing of the little dog on crutches wit his leg in a cast and asked me what happened to the doggy. I told her it broke its leg, and she started bawling as though her own puppy had just gotten squished by a steamroller. Now, handles the concept of death rather offhandedly, she even seems a bit macabre in her imaginings at times. And only 3... I fear she may become a goth if this trend keeps up. I guess I can always blame her mother ;)
In closing, a couplet for your appreciation: Don't bother with the pox, I'm a fan of the Red Sox.
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