A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Friday, May 02, 2003
 
Sticks & Stones (Especially Stones)

It's been a fairly relaxing day that has seen me finally start to overcome a rather virulent resurrection of a cold and strep throat that began attacking me a few days ago. Now, however, it's ended on a painful and typically stupid note. The short of it is this: kicking rocks half rooted in the ground is counter-productive.

The longer version tries to defend me, but still fails in not making me look like an idiot. I'm usually the one to take the 3 family dogs (Shady, Dublin & Belfast; Sinatra is now with my sister/his owner) out at night for their last pee break of the evening. It's roughly ten o'clock and the skies are pretty dark by now. The rear half of the yard is where the puppies play, since that part actually has grass. Well this half is also shaded by about 2-3 trees and countless other shadows from the fences and the neighbouring park, so overall it's rather dimly lit.

Dublin in particular enjoys it when I kick a small tennis ball around, and she chases after it. She never actually pounces on it once the ball stops rolling or she catches up to it; with Dublin it seems to be more a "thrill of the chase" thing. I was idly kicking the tennis ball, Dublin racing after it, and then I made my way across the yard to kick it to the other side.

Well, needless to say that in a dimly-lit backyard, a rock half-embedded in the ground bears a peculiar if not uncanny resemblance to
a tennis ball. This certainly explains why, when I kicked it, the "ball" did not move and my big toe shrieked in pain. Seeing as how the rock had already proven itself the more dominant species in the yard, I dared not try to infringe on its territorial claim again, which is why the rock has not yet been hurled over the fence into a wooded area of the neighbouring park.

It's still sitting there in the backyard. I just know it's gloating.

Upon rereading this entry, all I can say is that this still makes me look like an idiot. A cute, lovable idiot, but an idiot nevertheless.

Today's Lesson: Rocks hurt.