Righteous Indignant Fury?
I don't have much of that.
What I did have was an agreement with a Woman I have known, umm a while. Not long. I can remember the day we met. I liked her. She seemed to like me. We hit it off, as people do.
The agreement was: If I am violated, I tell Catherine. No big deal.
She can't Do anything about it. Even if she wanted to.
I felt violated.
I went to tell Catherine.
Per our informal agreement.
I reached out to her as I often do.
I had a hand on her arm.
I told her about Toki.
She interrupted me and asked. "Is he dead?"
I Said, "No. Stupid Cat. He's fine."
Catherine One Upped me.
I was tearing up with Joy.
She was tearing up, too.
She ended up in my arms.
She was in my arms when she told me.
She pulled away to check the Hypodermics in her hand.
That is how up set she is? I knew they were covered.
Yes. Every once in a great while some of us older people might
walk away with a hypodermic uncovered.
Well?! She was upset! Her kinetic memory kicked in. She always covers the needles. Even upset her body knows how to do it.
She got another hug while she finished the story.
True? I don't know. It was not my place to question her.
Trigger! Graphic! The story stands alone without details.
Trigger, again. Some things are both public and private.
The only question I had was: "You are Not going after The Father, Are You?"
She said, "No."
Then I asked what I could do to help.
She must to do a days work in one hour and go somewhere.
Who knows where? My job was to Help or Get Out of The Way.
She one Upped Me. Her sorrow is greater than mine.
If the story is True.
She needed and wanted my help.
I medacated a Junk Yard Dog.
Really! It's true. Sort of. There is a kind of Dog that a kind of people might have.
I call them Junk Yard Dogs. They are Meaner Than a Junk Yard Dog.
This junk yard dog would not turn mean.
He was in Bad Shape when Catherine got him.
He is not used to being handled much.
Cathrine has been working with him.
I was flattered that she told me to handle him.
She wanted him to have antibiotics and and salve around his eyes.
He was sweet. He is not used to being handled. He likes it. So, shy.
He put his head down and did not want to Look at me. Shy. Sweet, thing.
I have seen people act like that.
He is a dog that could bite if frightened.
That dog is not mean and may never turn out right
for some people.
He looks all right to me.
When his skin condition clears up.
Maybe he's an old Meth Head Dog.
I liked him.
She had me doing things like back in the Old Days.
I Wangled Chiwawa. Those little bastards can be mean.
They are not All mean.
The two today were a crotchety old dog and a Friendly Happy Go Lucky big for a Chiwawa dog.
I bet that thing is not a Chiwawa.
Fun. While it lasted. Reality comes Knocking.
Well; I don't get much concrete information.
Eeeewww. Stalking grieving families? ewwweeeewww.
I will find out more tomorrow. I can't remember why.
I am to return. I don't know why. I told Cathrine.
She is distracted; As usual.
I am complaining about having a weird life.
And the Low IQ of Cats.
I am frightened, again and I am not sure, why.
oh. I filled out a Police Report.
The Fear? They might want to talk to me and I am not Ever Dressed in Real Clothes!
Do ya' think we could make an Appointment?
Some people make an appointment to get arrested. Peg did.
It was all very civilized. She was arrested on the day and at the time the Judge told her she would be arrested.
She had weeks to get her affairs in Order.
She expected to come back out of Jail, in 90 days.
90 days is a long time in an icky place with icky people.
90 days is a time that has just begun in a nice place with nice people.
90 days in a so-so place with nice people is not so bad.
90 days in a Great Place with mean people is a long time.
Einstein! That guy was stating the obvious! When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second.
When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.
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Back in my Imaganary Past when I had things
I had a copy of a line drawing of Eienstien as an old guy.
The Quote printed in Italics: "I have no special talent. I am, just, curious."
Some one told me, ' Eienstien was not great at Arithmetic.'
What do you think? I think he could do The Math.
Either he was good at Math or he had a Great PR Team.
He was the Most Famous Science Guy, ever.
Edison made more money. But; Edison was no Eienstien.
Thank God the Government was Dassled by him.
What a Cute little Mascot he was!
He has faded away, too.
Do we need some Heroes?
We have BHG.
He is not Real.
Tonto and Keem O'Sobei were not real either.
Do you think my posts are Long?
Well; I talk a lot. You can turn away.
In person I am like TV. There must be an Off Button!
Life is, just, an exchange of electrons; It is up to us to give it meaning.
We are all in The Gutter.
Some of us see The Gutter.
Some of us see The Stars.
by mr. Oscar Wilde.
Those that want to Know; Know.
Those that do not Know; Don't tell them.
They do terrible things to people that Tell Them.