Hello everyone; yes, once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about my day. You may remember me from such cutting-edge and dazzling posts like “Watering–The Movie”, in which I played the lead.
Here I am in a characteristically horticultural pose. You can sort of see what my mommy called my “devil horns” which are one of the many unique features I possess. I’m really an angel, though, if you didn’t know. I came out into the back yard to see what the guy I live with was doing, but he wasn’t doing anything. He was just out there. Sometime he is. You know, not doing anything, just out there. That’s probably why his socks get wet all the time, and why he complains about it constantly. My paws get wet, but then they dry off. I wasn’t doing anything, either, and in the picture I’m not doing anything, just looking at stuff. So, I thought, why not do a post about nothing?
I mentioned books last time and this one is kind of interesting. I know this is a post about nothing but I’m going to show this anyway. It was the guy I live with’s grandfather’s, who liked to garden (he would weed on his hands and knees when well into his 90s), and after he died, the guy I live with found this book of his. He forgets where it was, because it was all chewed and stuff. It might have been in his mom’s garage, just lying around doing nothing. It’s an Everyman book and has the date 1916 written in it.
People who remember my mommy and the guy I live with together sometimes wonder how he makes it through each day, especially in the winter, when you can’t do much gardening. He has me, of course, and a computer. (I bet you guessed both of those things.) He’s also quite content doing nothing. Yesterday, though, he read about the Himalayas a lot. They sound pretty high to me. He doesn’t think he’ll be climbing mountains any time soon, though.
Today he spent a lot of time reading about volcanoes, while I took a nap. You would be surprised, he said after I woke up, at how many volcanoes there are. He says not to worry about the “supervolcano” in Yellowstone that could possibly erupt and blow up half the world. I guess I won’t, then. I’m sure there are plenty of people who do, so they can worry for me.
He also says to notice how effectively the new sand pile blends in with the rest of the yard. You can see that it does. I’m not in this picture. My afternoon walk was excellent. That’s me, looking at something, as the sun slips behind the mountains. (It doesn’t really do that; I was just being sort of poetic.)I guess I’ll go now. This is me walking off into the sunset, like in a cowboy movie or something, but really, my walk goes all the way past the big tree in the center background and then we turn around and come back.
Until next time, then.