The View From Behind

The view from my place on the couch doesn't change much. Momma keeps her back to me most of the time.

Normal Sleeping Position

Here is the "Profile From Behind" pose. Note the straight spine, the extended tail, the noble Roman profile. She is preparing to explore the kitchen to see if the food bowl has been replenished.

Here, Momma feigns preparing to jump behind the couch. She won't. She never has, never will. It's just another excuse to display the View From Behind.

Here is the "Straight-On From Behind" pose. Almost perfect alignment from tail tip to ear tip, but not quite. I'll give this one a 9.7. She contemplates completion of the last leg of the 15-foot-long journey from chair to kitchen . . . to examine the food bowl.

Initiating "Cheshire Cat" sequence

Phase II "Cheshire Cat" sequence

Cheshire Cat sequence complete

And that, Dear Reader, is the view from behind.~~GH

Something Silly

The government is really micromanaging now. Attempting to dictate the behavior of wild animals is just insane. Ordering large mammals to remain alert? Really?! 

I say moose should be free from the constraints and arbitrary desires of mankind. Let them doze, drowse, or sleep if they choose. We must not interfere.~~GH

The Battle is Won

I am proud to say the elusive chin hair I chased for three days is no more. It put up a masterful fight against the tweezers, ducking and weaving, not to mention bobbing. 

In lieu of flowers, please send acerbic letters to Republican legislators.~~GH

Pied French Bird Dogs Named FiFi

Am experimenting with Dragon Naturally Speaking (voice recognition software) to see if it can be beneficial to my writing. It's an acquired skill, apparently. Here is what it typed, followed by what I dictated. Funny stuff. Maybe Dragon is funnier than I am!

Dragon version: The truth of it was that she rarely is more than a mouthful of anything, she drank like a fish, and inexistent by and large on pell-mell nonfiltered cigarettes, fringe, and gossip. The only love of her life had been a repugnant pied French bird dog named FiFi.

Ginger version: The truth of it was that she rarely ate more than a mouthful of anything, she drank like a fish, and existed by and large on Pell Mell non-filtered cigarettes, bridge, and gossip. The only love of her life had been a repugnant pied French bulldog named Fifi.

On a more personal note, for anyone who's been following my quit smoking saga...today is the thirtieth day without cigarettes. So far, so good! I'm pleased. :)