On several of our recent walks around the block, the neighbor’s dog escaped its yard, surrounded by an electric fence, to run into the street and go after our dogs.
Either the dog was without its (battery operated) collar or the batteries were dead — both render the “fence” ineffective.
Of course, an electric fence won’t prevent another dog from running into your yard to attack, either.
If you need to fence your yard, a genuine wood or metal fence is the way to go.
I got a “Dear Contributor” letter yesterday. The only problem is that I have no record of just what I was supposed to have submitted. My little file has nothing, my “sent mail” folder has nothing …
I think I really need to keep more information in my little file — like, for example, the address or email address I sent it to and the date I sent it, and not just the name of the journal.
Whatever it was, they didn’t want it.
I put up a “new” poem on my poetry page, an old one I wrote one year when I should have been writing my Christmas letter to the family.
Saturday we were down on the Cape and thus were treated to a fine view of Hurricane Joel. We lost a number of trees, one of which, a tall poplar next to the driveway, missed crushing several of our cars only because it was caught in the arms of the maple in the middle of the driveway. Phew! Our tree guys, who, unlike Mass road crews, were working the week end, showed up Sunday morning to cut it down. Thanks, guys!
Do prefer to be first or last when being called on in a meeting, class, or whatever?
I prefer going first.
I admit I’m ‘way less enthusiastic about submitting my work than I am about writing it, mostly because it feels like such a pain in the ***. Email submissions are a lot less trouble, so I find that’s mostly what I do.
Still, I have a bunch of stuff I should be looking into finding happy homes for, and some of them will surely need to be paper submissions.
Another thing to add to my to-do list.
