~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.

That's so scary bonny!

Ugh, bonny, how horrifying. I'm surprised you're not still shaking. I'm so sorry that happened at all, any of it, but it's good to know you can handle bad situations.

askye, I'm so sorry the world is beating up on you today. You too, sj. World, be better!

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

I think we cope with it like we do the loss - because there isn't a choice or alternative. Time refuses to stop.

I've been really blessed with people understanding about the loss I feel with Kittenish too but I try to never take it for granted. It's hard. It's really hard.

Dad stumbled yesterday and fell while I was with him alone. I walked back from the laundry room and he'd had a problem in the kitchen. Scary. I think. I mostly went into disaster mode and just worked with the situation I had at hand. We did eventually get him up and cleaned up the cut on his hand. He said he feels okay today and I am ... really fucking sore if I am honest after that and flying home. But there were bonus painkillers because mom was getting dental surgery at the time and she won't take them. So it saved me an urgent care. I am just sore today. And thankfully just mostly feel like I worked out way too hard in muscle areas, not like I was demolished by a semi. So given the situation, good.

I hope your car can be repaired soon, sj. Very stressful.

As it was, the old man slunk away sheepishly in the heat of my glare.

Hateful.

I really don't understand people. I get that people will do things to defend themselves or their family that I don't agree with but doing that just blind? For sport? That's not people. That's not anything that I care lives.