Elk Island--small, few humans (off season), lots of bison--this guy above in my front yard a couple days ago when I went to walk Pooder. I have been here exactly one week---quick aside---this McDonald's is full of dawn rising elderly farmer regular types---the two old couples next to me have got it going on--what's wrong with the world today? Computers, of course. "Everyone's got a plastic brain nowadays", says one old guy. "They come through the system, they don't know how to read, they don't know how to write, they can't add, all because of these plastic brains!" Also: "This is no goddamn meat shop! False advertising!"
Mr. Pooder is taking awhile to adjust to his new home. He doesn't want to walk far from the duplex we live in--twenty minutes tops so far. I believe him to be slightly spooked by the bison, the howling coyotes, the rutting elk, the cougars, the wolves, and the family of sasquatch that live just down the way.
No comments:
Post a Comment