Newton still sneezing a little. I’m monitoring his weight and careful to see that he’s eating regularly.

Pyewacket mews more now these days.

Generally, it’s just to let me know he’s saying hello, or would like a little treat or the like. A few years back, he was more likely to be pretty silent, unless he was alarmed or on alert of some sort. (Trilling at birds, or letting you know you’re about to sit on him)

filthy bean, originally uploaded by scottobear.

Making excuses. Wash or be washed.

Cleaned house most of the day.
Played a little Metro 2033
Dug back into some Tim Powers. restarted last call, will proceed to the two following… got my copy of Unexpected Texas. Not like I need *another* reason to investigate the lone star state. Tui’s writing is great, and I can’t wait to see her flourish in print.

Started watching Orphan Black. Entertaining so far.

Doesn’t meet these rejection sets anyhow.

3 8 . Chinese food, w parents @ Laughing Buddha. Happy to hear Chris got her RN.

Solomon’s Island walking off dinner at sunset.

Coot on the water

Kawaii hydrant with kitty

Did some crap on Friday
Out of order
Wal-Mart for pompoms not available anywhere else
Yogurt city dinner
Taco bell desert
Doctor and allergy shots.

My nigh illegible dry-erase shopping list.

From Last Call, another Scotto.

Below the steps on the left side, behind a bush, Leon had long ago punched a hole in the stucco and scratched some symbols around it; this morning he crouched at the foot of the steps to tie his shoe, and he took a package from his coat pocket and leaned forward and pitched it into the hole.

“Another thing that might hurt you, Daddy?” Scott asked in a whisper. The boy was peering over his shoulder at the crude rayed suns and stick figures that grooved the stucco and flaked the green paint.

Leon stood up. He stared down at his son, wondering why he had ever confided this to the boy. Not that it mattered now.

“Right, Scotto,” he said. “And what is it?”

“Our secret.”

“Right again. You hungry?”

“As a bedbug.” This had somehow become one of their bits of standard dialogue.

“Let’s go.”

I miss him when I see wake or surf.

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