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Sometimes I’ll turn around and my dog will have almost his entire leg shoved in his mouth. This gives me great pleasure. His entire body is just one big toy to him. Don’t even get him started on that pesky tail.
It’s hot here and I remember now how I tend to lose my faculties in this type of heat.
Dream journal entry from last fall:
“I took a nap in the afternoon. I dreamed a fly flew in my mouth and I woke up choking on it. I fell asleep again and was dreaming about eating sesame sticks out of a bag when I realized there were flies in the bag and I may have eaten some. I woke up and there weren’t any flies around. It’s November.”
I vaguely remember that flies in dreams have a certain meaning but I’m afraid to look it up because I think it might be bad. I rarely try to analyze my dreams, although I’m not averse to the idea. I just haven’t explored it much.
Posted by sean on June 10, 2012
https://sd-stewart.com/2012/06/10/can-you-fit-your-leg-in-your-mouth/
Ah, summer in the city, my least favorite time of year here. Yesterday I got my first “Hey buddy, lemme borrow your bike!” [Does anyone actually fall for that?] Then this morning while watering the garden I received my first mosquito bite, courtesy of the invasive Asian Tiger Mosquito, the bane of my summer existence. Soon I will not be able to enter the yard without being swarmed and bitten to my near death. Trickling in on the email lines are the initial reports of random acts of violence committed by hordes of savage bored youth. Calm evenings on the deck are shattered by the incessant hovering and circling of the city’s police chopper. I try to block it all out and dream of living in a tree fort in the middle of an expansive tract of old growth forest. I fail regularly. But sometimes I succeed.
Posted by sean on May 25, 2011
https://sd-stewart.com/2011/05/25/hot-ugly-times-are-acomin/
Rain and cool breezes hint at what is to come. I’ve felt it for weeks now…the impending shift in seasons. As I applied yet another coat of paint to the doors down in the basement, I turned up the melancholy on the stereo…the inaugural playing of The Smiths. Morrissey crooned over my shoulder as my brush moved smoothly back and forth across the wooden surfaces.
This summer has been particularly rough, the oppressive heat sucking the life out of everything…the plants, the trees, and me. As always I’m looking forward to fall, but maybe even more than usual this year.
Posted by sean on August 15, 2010
https://sd-stewart.com/2010/08/15/it-was-dark-as-i-drove-the-point-home/
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