You should like each other about equally. Him liking you more or you liking him more really doesn't work often. Unless it is a small difference. Which is totally different.

Thankfully, I've done all I needed to do in the grieving process, so I believe I'm pretty well off

That is good. I am pretty aware that I haven't even gotten near being done grieving. I've set it aside for a few days at a time, but it's still really there.

Cass, I am keenly aware of how much luxury I have in my life time-wise. I may wish for more money, but I'm blessed with time and people who have been amazingly supportive.

If I had to compartmentalize for family or work, I don't know how I would have coped.

But let me not suggest that I am done. I cried into my pillow last night and then wept in the street when my neighbor told me about her little boy's prayers.

When that awful thing happened at the bus stop the other day, I forgot who was at the end of the leash. As I crouched, ready for a fight, I was defending Bartleby...and used his name when I told the story to a friend shortly after. He will always be a part of me.

{{{bonny}}}

The hand controls on my car stopped working today on my way home from a friend's house. The place where I had the hand controls installed weren't open today because of the heat. I could use some ~ma that they are open tomorrow because I would like to be able to drive again soon.

When that awful thing happened at the bus stop the other day

Wait, what? Did I miss something? What happened?

~ma, sj. Hope it's an easy and cheap fix.

Thanks, smonster. I can't stand it when my car is broken. I can't use anyone else's, and I can't walk very far. So, I feel completely helpless without a car.

Did I not say?

It was so ugly, I probably refrained from speaking of it.

In short, as Cagney and I were walking up 8th St, past a heavily populated bus stop, I became aware of a dog screaming for Cagney's blood. It was in an SUV, with the back windows down about half way.

At one point, the dog had two and a half legs out the window and was coming for us.

I screamed "Roll that window UP!" at the top of my guts.

Suddenly, the people in the bus stop started yelling. I couldn't discern what the others were saying, but an old man hear us started chanting, "Let him out! Let him out!"

I swept Cagney behind me and maneuvered him in front of the old man.

There was no rational thought in play. I looked in the old man's eye and said, "Really?" but thought, "you first, dude."

I crouched, preparing to take the dog on the my non-dominant arm and planned to do what I know needs to be done in such situations.

Thankfully, by the time I as ready, the light had changed and the car pulled way with the animal still bellowing for blood.

I was so AMPed, it is a miracle I didn't slug anyone. As it was, the old man slunk away sheepishly in the heat of my glare.

I simply could not believe how ugly that crowd was.

Jesus CHRIST, bonny. You were brave.

and in a separate post, have we heard of Spoonflower, a print-on-demand custom fabric site?

people, ugh.