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Max is one pooped pooch tonight. He did his homework, and then ran. He was pretty good at the homework. We walked around the block. i tried to time it so there wouldn't be too many distractions for him, kids, cars, cats, etc. and he did pretty good. i was thinking to do it again tonight before i go to bed, but it's raining now, and i may be dedicated to getting him trained, but not so that i'll be walking in the rain with him.

Thanks to danaewhispering for the link to the Kindlings site.
There are several nice topic ideas on it. i have written a short essay on one already. It is not for public consumption. It went in a different direction than i had expected.

i have determined that i am Pat's Cindy Kay. Cindy Kay is a woman my sister's age, who used to be our neighber when we were kids, and then moved in a few houses away from me when i was married. She is a very nice woman, but had the uncanny ability to appear at my back door at the absolutely wrong times. Or call on the phone to just gab at the wrong times. Today i said something to Pat at work, and immediately i got the feeling she was put out with me for it. i didn't mean to cause her any more stress or discomfort, but the way she acted made me certain i did. i can never say or do anything right for that woman. No matter how hard i try. So, after having this epiphany today, i have decided i shall no longer try. In a way, this has been coming for several months. There was a time i really wanted for us to be friends, but she is a difficult woman and it is just too much work for me. i gave up on that, and was going to settle for a good work relationship. That isn't going well either. So, now, i shall settle for co-existence--peaceful would be best.

It's just that she keeps tripping me up. I am ready to let whatever bond existed between us go, but every once-in-awhile she will come into my office and act all comfy and cozy and sweet and light, and i think there is hope, and then the next time i see her i initiate the conversation, and i get a shoulder cold enough to skate on. So it goes. Obviously she doesn't realize what she is losing, heh, heh.

i asked Master how it felt when He first laid eyes on His granddaughter. Was there something special He felt when He saw the continuation of Him? i wonder if i will ever have the opportunity to know that feeling.

i am making me melancholy.