Wednesday, April 26, 2006

You know what's wrong with "lost pet" flyers? Lack of follow-up. I want to know if Oscar the cat was ever found, or if the puppy those hippies downtown didn't put on a leash (because, presumably, all creatures deserve to be free) ended up getting crushed by a car like I predicted. I am addicted to watching Animal Precinct, and they always provide me with closure: That dog died from starvation, and here's the asshole responsible, going off in handcuffs. This dog got its leg amputated but now has a happy new home. Stuff like that. But these lost posters, they just hang around on telephone poles and parking signs until the tape deteriorates and they fall off in the rain. It's very unsatisfying.

Speaking of telephone poles, I had to go to Hadley this morning, and several crews of electricians in those bucket-ladder trucks (I'm sure there's a name for them, but I'm not a five-year-old boy, so I don't know what it is) appeared to be connecting the power lines in the new row of poles on Rt. 9. They're widening the road there, you see, which means the telephone poles that once were snug against the roadway had to be moved back about 8 feet. So for months there's been a double-row of poles and wires. And now, progress!

It's spring, and in the spring I always want to 1. buy a house or a condo, and 2. get a dog. So far I haven't taken any steps in either of these directions, which is probably a very good thing. But it doesn't mean I won't waste some time on Petfinder (look at this guy! Or this cutie, or this one. Ow, my heart hurts...) or on the MLS searches, doing a little virtual window shopping. Sigh...

Non-sequitur P.S.: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

3 comments:

debl said...

I feel the same about metallic shoes, I have been resisting them for the same reason. But there's really nothing wrong with them per se. Perhaps I haven't found the perfect pair yet.

Amy said...

Spring is for buying a house and a dog, I agree. I have a condo and a dog and I'm feeling the need to buy a real house and another dog so it doesn't end when you get one or the other it just keeps spurring you on.

Christa said...

At the risk of sounding like a five-year-old boy.... those "bucket-ladder trucks" are called cherry pickers.. or, at least, they are in California. Some things have different names, so maybe I'm just sounding like a five-year-old boy from California. ;-)

(BTW, this is a certain second cousin who lives in Jersey... and goes by an alternate name on the internet. ;-) )

Also, I think (hope) that stirrups are doomed as a trend. I don't remember them every being comfortable, for one thing!