and that’s definitely a problem, but beggars can’t be choosers, as they always say.
So I will go with the post I scrawled this morning, sans editing again.
I did do a lot of other things today, but I know it was an inadequate day, just as usual.
so, the dogs
I am an accidental dog rescuer. I mean I rescued my first dog at five years old. Me!, not the dog.
The dog was an indeterminate age, but as she lived with us for twelve years from there… maybe she was five as well.
We called her Pebbles, as in Pebbles and Bam-Bam from the Flintstones, for anyone young enough to have missed even the later movie.
I didn’t so much as find her, as have her fall into my arms. She was dumped, is another way of putting it.
I lived in Oakey on the Darling Downs at that particular moment, and we had a lot of freedom then as kids. I mean it was really truly a different world.
I was playing on the edge of the highway, a la Pet Semetary, but this doesn’t go down that route.
We lived in the second to last house on the Toowoomba Highway, just inside the town border.
For a while there the world seemed big and empty to me.
This is where my first memories date from, and I usually can only try and temporally locate my memories by geolocating them. We lived in a different place every few years, at least until my high school years.
I had started my adventures on this planet even further from the centre, (although literally much closer to “The [red] Centre”), but a much bigger town, although I have no memories of it. I lived the first two years in one house in Mt. Isa and then the next two years in another.
I have no idea if they were near each other, whatever. I could ring my mum and ask but that would sidetrack the process too much.
And the writing is still secondary part of my thing, although the margin has narrowed a lot.
Once I am doing the visual work, I could call her up, if it’s not too late for her by then. There’s about nine hours of time difference between us.
I suppose at least my girlfriend is in the same timezone. That’s something. Although my friend in South Africa that I talk to on the phone is in the same time zone too, but may as well be a continent away.
Ok, so back to the story. But of course which.
I would rather continuing to describe the accidental dog rescuer part, because that’s where I might end up learning something. After all, if I am doing this, it is writing for learning. Otherwise I suppose I would work on the writing that needs to get done.
Later on I could talk about that for a bit.
And I am afraid, that even though I am completely conscious of the fact that writing is the same as drawing, it needs to be sketched out first, and then later worked over to make it sing. I am completely conscious of the fact that this writing is only a first start, it’s only trying to get back to the daily habit of doing so.
I never had a daily habit, I always resisted having same, but resistance is futile, and here I am. It really started when I was I was making my bid for steemit fame, before I looked behind the curtains at what was really there, and had to admit what I had seen.
Too much to go into here, but needless to say, there was no point going on as I was, and it certainly didn’t seem worth going on making less effort.
But all that being said, I have a need to get to the point where these several things are happening.
Well, the funny thing is, of course, this writing as therapy, this writing to try and justify myself to my self is not the writing that needs to get done. Same as yesterday’s work on the painting of Nina, wasn’t working towards the new thing, but rather the previous thing.
I am this, very flawed human being.
Very very flawed.
So, is it on me, the dog situation?
You can make the argument that it is, but I can counter with some pretty devastating facts and figures to show that only people who are not cursed with compassion can avoid it.
Which makes compromise difficult, because the enormous majority of people are not part of the solution, whether they themselves are part of the problem. The problem is a much smaller group of people, but still big enough to cause massive damage.
Help me get some solid resources behind me and and I will attack the problem, that much is sure.
Well, I have reached one thousand words, and I really feel like the (new) work is demanding my attention before the day gets away from me. When you wake as late as I do the day gets away pretty damn fast.
so, same time tomorrow.