"wake up"
i try and walk the one-eyed pug nightly. i pretend it’s not exercise and actually an opportunity for daisy to shit in other people’s yards. the length of our walks depends entirely upon whether or not i remember my ipod. (might be easier if i had three like orrin hatch.) completely opposite of what ‘normal’ logic might suggest, bringing along music shortens the walks. despite every attempt not to sing along i can’t stop myself, after long stares from fellow walkers i immediately turn around and walk home in shame.
after yesterdays humiliating rendition of a paul anka song, i’ve decided to revamp the ‘pod before letting it out of the house again. so, today we took a long leisurely walk and i paid attention to my surroundings, giving me the chance to see a man in front of me literally stop and smell the roses. you know, i don’t think i’ve ever noticed someone doing that–in fact i’ve never even noticed the rosebush the many times i’ve walked my neighborhood.
maybe, just maybe, next time i will.
Paul Anka?
Isn’t he a bit outdated for a youngster like yourself?
i hope it wasn’t “you’re having my baby”.
I was out very late putting up signs. I was somewhere near the top of Antelope Drive when I lookede up and became overwhelmed. I looked down and noticed my shadow. My shadow was there due to the light of some far off star.
I was pretty cool.
Think of what we miss by not looking up, or down.
a real fan: everyone can appreciate anka. he’s a true artist.
dave: nope.
rob: maybe we should both start paying attention…
I said lookede!
DOH!
I am awake Sarah.