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The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Travolta Tendrils

I ran my errands after work, made it home,  and realized I forgot a few things I need for tomorrow. 

So, back to town I went.

An hour later I finally had everything and, as the sun was setting, I headed back home for real. 

Only problem:  I was driving on a stretch of the back road home where  I've met suicidal deer. That stretch of road make me nervous. Especially since  over nine months after cataract surgeries, my eyes are even more light sensitive than before the surgeries.  I now see tendrals off every light. And a lot of high-contrast, light-colored objects. The tendrils remind me of that dancing pose John Travolta made famous on the  "Saturday Night Fever" movie poster back in the '70s.  

Because of the light sensitivity and TravoltaTendrils, I slow down and  I'm super aware of my surroundings when night driving. 

I'm also as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockers.

Sure enough, just about the same spot in the road (I refer to it as the "Deer Xing"),  I saw a huge, majestic deer.  I say "he" because his antlers seemed to span the width of the road.

He looked as if he was contemplating the meaning of life, and his place in the world--or at least I got the feeling he wanted to be somewhere else.

Like accross the road.

Hoping to avoid an unplanned meeting, I slammed on my brakes.

Luckily I was not speeding. And no one was close enough for my brake-slamming quick stop to cause an accident. 

Amazingly, the deer stayed planted where he was.

In fact, nary a muscle, nor antler twitched. Multiple deer whistles on the grille of my SUV must have effectively warned him of my approach.

Of course, as I passed him, I realized the deer whistles had absolutely nothing to do with his immobility. 

He was not only not moving--he was not living.

And he did not have antlers.
In fact,  I would be surprised if he had ever identified as a he/him/his.  

And I am confident he never will.

Because he was not breathing.

And never had been.

He was,  in reality, a caged tree with the Travolta Tendrils shooting off the now headlight-lit cage reflectors.

My appointment with the retinal expert next month can not arrive soon enough. 

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