Sunday morning

It is Sunday morning and the only creatures stirring are dogs in the neighborhood. I have been sitting here reading emails and pulling up stuff off the web browser and listening to the dogs in the neighborhood bark at each other, or at things they see. Dogs are funny creatures. You are not always sure what will stir them up. They might bark at people they see or they might bark at each other or they might bark at squirrels in the trees which have the audacity to jump down from the tree in which they sit to the ground. I think you would have to borrow the mind of a dog to determine this with exactitude.

It is about 7:43, Louisiana time, and not much is stirring for a Sunday morning. I am sure it is quite chilly out this morning. It is relatively cool this weekend, although perhaps it is about on for this time of year. I am thinking about the book I read earlier this year, which was a distillation of a diary written by a young woman who now works at the Griffin campus for the University of Georgia. The book was one of those you buy where the cost of the purchase does not equal the heft of the book itself. The book was small and cost relatively what a normal book would cost. I felt a little cheated. What lay between the covers of the book was very good and I enjoyed the writing. But the editors or the writer had clearly edited a lot of the book away, so that what was left was a short sample of the entire work of her diary. It made me want to read more.

I would love to know who made the determination to cut the diary down to the point in which I read it. I would have enjoyed more entries and more photographs. The woman was pretty and her partner was a fairly typical looking young man fresh out of college in the early 70's. Long frizzy hair and beard. Long lank body. Little fat. I remember those days when I was long and lank with little fat. Time has taken its toll on that equation.

Anyway, other than the occasional barks of the dogs, it is relatively quiet now. Cindy just got up and took care of some issues and then went back to bed. The barking is increasing. I am almost to the point of wondering if the dogs are seeing something that I should take a look at. But it is probably just the curiosity of an old dog who knows his territory and can't stand for anything to be out of place or different from where the dog left it the night before.

Well, my computer just flipped a key on the keyboard so I will end this for the time being and attend to that. The barking is getting more insistent now, so perhaps someone might assume that I should at least poke my head above the couch and look out the windows. Some might.

Shut up dog. Now the whole neighborhood is participating in the chorus. This is how we begin the day. Soon, I will put this aside and turn on the television and start the assault on my senses with the sounds of modern life. Or at least as much modern life as can be found on a bayou in Southeast Louisiana in 2007. It is a little insulated.

It's not New York City. Nor am I a New Yorker.

I will take a look. I promise.