And in my dream I was starting University..I know, I know..it is a dream , all right ? but this is where it took a Kafkaesque turn with endless and look-alike corridors with people busy going back and forth. And I was lost till I found a person who seemed to be some kind of guide. He asked what I was looking for and I blurted out : " psych 1 "....Ah, he said, you are all right then. They are still taking inscriptions. It will cost you 400 dollars. Anything else I can help you with ?
Yes...I said.
I could use a guide dog.
And then I woke up.

This is a joke that was mailed to me :
Two dogs are sitting talking.
In the hazy background one can see a human walking his canine on a lead.
Says #1 dog to #2 dog
What kind of best friend
would cut off your testicals..

Say wha ???
Now I am as prone as the next person, maybe even more, to misspellings
But testicals.
And this "joke" was received by dozens if not hundreds of people, hopefully all of them struck, as was I, by the glaring mistake and yet.....I wonder.
So as not to make too big a fool of myself, I did check the dictionary; there is no word listed as testical(s).
And then I think, was it a subtle double joke that I missed entirely, like the dogs talking being sort of hillbilly kinda dogs not knowing how to spell testicle.?
NAhhh..

Last night was the night of the no-see-ums. They were out in force and they kept me from sleeping well. My regular mosquitoes I can hear and in most cases ward off with a mighty swipe of my hands but these critters sneak up on you, no warning, and then they bite. And I think they operate in swarms, but that is totally my idea. I really don't like them, in fact I like them so little that I went to the store and bought a bunch of nasty smelling ,insect repelling, slow burning spirals. It is about the only thing that can keep the buggers in check. I'll admit that if I were a no-see-um, I would go away too. Those spirals are lethal.
And at the store I got some more cheap wine too. Spirals for the outside, cheap wine for the inside.
Tonight I shall tumble in to the arms of Morpheus
I hope.

So when do your clever and funny emails turn into something unwanted and unread ?
I don't know.
I do know that some people who I have regaled with my 'witty' and 'erudite' mails stopped responding..
Nothing.
and I so wonder if maybe I passed over this threshold and became a nuisance rather than a delightful break in an otherwise so-so day.
One thing is for sure. I have too much time to worry about these things.
But am I a nuisance or a welcome break in a bleak day ?

Awwww, I thought; Look at that. This thing that I at first thought was a dust ball on my bedroom floor--not an uncommon thing--turned out to be a baby mouse, a mousita, so young that it had not even opened its eyes.
AWWW, I thought again.
And then I realized that this little helpless thing would in a very few weeks be a big mouse and be searching for food in the kitchen at night and eating holes in t-shirts in my closet plus all the disasters I have not discovered yet.
So I gently placed it on a dustpan and tipped it out in the jungle.

I am not sure it pays to be nice.
Somehow some of the mutts had grown a bit weary of the usual fare, so I thought, to spruce up the kibbles a bit, I would add to their food a can of dog food i had inherited from The Bennetts.
Great and unqualified success, in fact so great a success that the mutts would attack whatever bowl I was scooping the canned food into which was not at all what I had in mind, so I told them to get back to their own bowls where I would give them their fair share forthwith.
Not being terribly bright to begin with they all got very confused and one clumsily stepped in her bowl, knocked it over and broke it into many pieces, food scattered all over the kitchen floor.
And then they all disappeared, leaving me to clean up the mess.
Had I yelled at them, had I been strict I would have an easier time with this mess. As it is I tried to be nice, to give them a special treat.
Well that stops this for a while. No more Mr. Good Person. They can eat their kibbles without any extra or not eat at all.

I am so proud of my country, said Alicia Alonso in an interview on CNN, I am so proud of my small country, Cuba.
How small, I wondered, is Cuba?
Well, not that small as it turns out. All the Scandinavian countries are smaller than Cuba but she probably sees it against the towering neighbor of USA, and compared to that, yes Cuba is small.
I enjoyed the interview but I have to say that as much as I admire her as an artist, as a dancer, she does not come across as a very nice person.
Ah well, at 91 I guess she has a right to be unpleasant, only I have feeling she was that way before she hit this venerable age.