If you ask yourself, what next?, you damn well better have a good answer. – Barker Ajax
That is how I feel sometimes. Watching “The Great Escape”, the old man said out loud, that’s how it feels to be me sometimes.
The puppy looked up, maybe because he knew the old man was alone. Talking to himself again.
You can’t break out and if you do they bring you right back and it gets worse. And you keep breaking out until you can’t break out any more. And then you are dead.
Ragnar turned one this past Saturday. The Notorious RBG has hopefully topped out at about twenty-five pounds. We’re not a precise operation.
Portable as planned. Physically the most perfect canine. Mentally not so much. He’s still young. He’s got time. I gave him two years.
I should take a picture.
The old man didn’t take many photos and if he did, he didn’t know what to do with them once they were took.
His phone was his camera, wife kept telling him, and that was still somewhat confusing to him.
Old age feels like a prisoner-of-war camp and I spend too much time in the cooler.
Like a chain-gang in the steamy South and Cool Hand Luke gets put in the box.
Wait, that was Paul Newman. Same feeling. Life is about breaking free.
Or not getting caught in the first place.
Who said that?
Keep your voice down.
The puppy is a lot like Steve McQueen in some ways. Little bugger bit through four leashes in less than two weeks’ time.
He’s hard to keep captive.
Ragnar bit through those leashes with somebody else on the other end. Somebody not me, I mean.
Turns out I am his emotional support animal.
Wondering if I am certifiable. Some afternoon the dog could lead me into a cocktail lounge.
“I’ll have a bowl of whatever he’s having.”
If the old man wanted to get real depressed, he’d watch “Papillon” next.
All the crazy shit he’d done, old age felt anti-climactic.
This is how I feel sometimes.