There's A Marvelous Sense Of Mastery That

I'm Always Mystified By The Day-to-day Workings Of Entities Like Twitter That Provide Framework But Not Content, But I Suppose It Could Be Compared To The U.s. Postal Service, Which Manages To Keep A Lot Of People Employed Doing Lots Of Stuff Other Than Writing Letters.

I Have No Idea How To Get In Touch With Anyone Anymore. Everyone, It Seems, Has A Home Phone, A Cell Phone, A Regular E-mail Account, A Facebook Account, A Twitter Account, And A Web Site. Some Of Them Also Have A Google Voice Number. There Are The Sentimental Few Who Still Have Fax Machines.

Having Animals In The City Is Entirely Different From Having Animals Out In The Country. For One Thing, It's More Social. When You Live On Lots Of Acres Without Neighbors Within A Stone's Throw, Your Dog-walks Are Usually Solitary Rambles Over Hill And Dale.

Everything Rational And Sensible Abandons Me When I Try To Throw Out Photographs. Time And Time Again, I Hold One Over A Wastebasket, And Then Find It Impossible To Release My Fingers And Let The Picture Drop And Disappear.

I Didn't Want To Talk, And I Didn't Think Dogs Could Solve My Problems. But They Were So Uncritical And Un-judgmental. Sometimes When You're Really Blue, You Don't Want To Talk, But You Want That Sense Of Companionship. I Certainly Enjoy That With My Beasts.