If you need cheering up, or even if you don't, how 'bout you revisit your childhood for a bit, when your biggest decision was what you wanted for lunch, and your parents were the smartest people in the world, and life wasn't scary at all.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The great big oops, or What I did on my Summer Vacation
For the past couple weeks, I've been vacationing on the lovely Vancouver Island, visiting my grandparents. Fun was had, sticks tossed in the ocean, minimal money spent (it's a good thing to vacation with your parents, because they will buy your meals.) Partway through, however, my computer decided that it had had enough of its thankless life, and gave up. In the fixing process, once I returned home, I lost everything I had saved. Not a big deal, really, but I have now learned the importance of backing up. I am now re-writing my short story, which is a good thing as it's rekindled my interest and thus enabled me to see why I was having trouble with the last draft. So in lieu of that, here is an anecdote from my time away.
My grandparents have several screen doors, one of which opens on the pool patio. My sibs and I were preparing for a swim, and the dog was outside. I looked up, for no particular reason, and saw that the dog had his ball in his mouth, and was eagerly dashing for the door to show us. As I'm sure you can guess, he did not notice the screen. With the sound of a gunshot, he collided at top speed (and he is a big dog). The entire door popped off its tracks, and the dog disappeared upstairs, tail between his legs. We put the frame on, no problem, and I went up after him. I found him curled up in a corner, and I tell you it's impossible to anthropomorphise, because he was clearly extremely embarrassed. He didn't look at me, or wag his tail, or anything. A few treats coaxed him out of his funk, but he still wouldn't come downstairs and was very wary of doors. This inspired much babytalk on my part, along the lines of "Aww, who's a silly puppy? You're soooo embarrassed, aren't you. Poor doggy dog. You were so happy with your ball and now you are so sad, awww."
Not five minutes later, on her way out to the pool, guess who walked straight into the exact same door and unhinged it again? That's right, yours truly.
At least the dog felt better after he saw that.
My grandparents have several screen doors, one of which opens on the pool patio. My sibs and I were preparing for a swim, and the dog was outside. I looked up, for no particular reason, and saw that the dog had his ball in his mouth, and was eagerly dashing for the door to show us. As I'm sure you can guess, he did not notice the screen. With the sound of a gunshot, he collided at top speed (and he is a big dog). The entire door popped off its tracks, and the dog disappeared upstairs, tail between his legs. We put the frame on, no problem, and I went up after him. I found him curled up in a corner, and I tell you it's impossible to anthropomorphise, because he was clearly extremely embarrassed. He didn't look at me, or wag his tail, or anything. A few treats coaxed him out of his funk, but he still wouldn't come downstairs and was very wary of doors. This inspired much babytalk on my part, along the lines of "Aww, who's a silly puppy? You're soooo embarrassed, aren't you. Poor doggy dog. You were so happy with your ball and now you are so sad, awww."
Not five minutes later, on her way out to the pool, guess who walked straight into the exact same door and unhinged it again? That's right, yours truly.
At least the dog felt better after he saw that.
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