The TV is full of killings.
I turned to the various local sources of news. They, like wise, were full of shootings, stabbings, robberies and teens being tried as adults for killing someone, somewhere.
I looked to Dog for sanity and he was sitting in the archway between living room and dinning room, growling softly at something.
That was a bit close to home, so I lined up behind his ears and sighted down his nose and he was looking at a living room window. Out the back door and around the corner and . . . Nothing.
Back inside Dog acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
I believe I have reason to feel put out. Dog doesn’t speak to me much, you know, and there are times I wish he would.
Anyhow. I suppose I could turn the TV to another station, but I’m tired of hearing a football player has torn one part of his body or another. Not to mention the baseball player trying to kill spectators with foul balls and spectators with children in arms leaning over railings chasing the same.
For variety there are the deaths in auto’s and speedway accidents; and lawsuits.
Kids suing parents, students suing school’s (one local one a student suing over test scores).
You’ve heard of the teen running a car into a bunch of other girls, Yeah. Thought you might have.
Looked at the local court thingy in the local paper. 10 cases of teenage drugs and with intent to sell. Uh. Sixteen and seventeen would be a good range. One of them was twenty-four. She was married, with one kid.
No murders there, just robberies and drugs.
So. I tried soccer on FOX 1 Sports. I did. I needed a break from all the input. Flicked the switch and the channel changed to the game and I was just in time to see some dude get a Red Card.
Not even a yellow. A red. You know how many red cards are handed out? Ever?
I lay down for a morning nap. Woke sweating. I know it is hot and all that, but not that hot. I don’t remember what woke me, a dream, I’m sure, and from my reaction of waking, not a good dream.
I thought I’d share all this with these pages. That way your day might go a tiny bit worse.
Mine? maybe a tiny bit better.
I’m smiling. It’s school charm correct to share.
From the reaches,