I wish I were at a bar, except for the people.

I have no people! Except behind me. I just have dog.

Nice.

Puppy whistling video

OMG!! that is the most adorable thing i have seen all day.

I have a confession, ita's links fascinate me. i don't know how she comes up with some of the things she does. mayhap she's plugged into the matrix and the internet is her bitch.

My neighborhood is forcing my mood to improve.

There's a woman across the street holding a toddler and they're pointing and talking about the dog. When I noticed and made eye contact she just nodded and laughed. They've been there for about five minutes so far.

I went in to get another beer, and just folded up the computer and took it with instead of lugging my whole bag this time. The counter guy was laughing at me: "You leave the dog and the pizza, but not the computer, eh? "Well, the dog will defend the pizza. I'm not so sure about the computer."

More tales from the neighborhood. A man just vogued at me. I mean, stopped in the middle of the intersection and vogued and didn't move until I acknowledged him.

Of course, then he came over and sat down next to the dog and started bothering her - seriously, she never dislikes anyone and she wanted nothing to do with this guy. So then I was rude until he went away. Weird. (And v. v. gay, so not trying to hit on me or scary weird or anything. In case the vogueing didn't make that clear.)

I love neighborhood tales. I even sometimes like being in them. But it makes me all happy. I get really emotional over communities. I love it when there is an event (parade, neighborhood festival, whatever) and complete strangers start talking to each other and ME and we're all friendly and helpful and I swear, I have to fight tearing up. It's a little bizarre, but I guess it's just seeing the humans do something right and being nice. I mean, I like voting day because I like standing in those lines for an exercise in community of sorts. Makes me feel all benevolent. Even when there are assholes, cause then you band together against the assholery.

Sap, standing right here.

I want to see if I can get my apartment building to enroll for recylcing. Thing is, I don't know the name of the owner or property manager. Well, what is a property manager? Is it the same as the building manager/super?

Looking through my files, the only legible name I can find is Vice President of the company that owns the place.

That should be enough, right?

At my mom's house there's a spinning wheel that originally belonged to one of my paternal great-great-grandmothers. We think it dates to ~1850, and IMHO it's simply beautiful. DH took some pictures and did some research on it, and it turns out it's missing one or two small parts and therefore isn't worth very much, which is just as well, because now it's emphatically a family heirloom rather than a potential asset, you know? GeorgiaBrother and I have been politely arguing over it for years--on separate occasions we privately mentioned to my mother that we'd like to be the one who gets it next, and now every time we see each other it's, "You take it." "No, really, I don't mind. You take it." I have a feeling GeorgiaBrother will get it because he lives so much closer. But, anyway, here's the one heirloom of a family that until recently was too hardscrabble-poor to leave much of value behind:

The wheel.

Wheel with preschooler shown for scale

Susan! She's so big!