My Savior Dog

No, I'm not dyslexic.

Something strange has happened recently and I'm having trouble deciphering it. If you know me or have followed my blog at all, you know that last December around Christmas my white dog Murdok was put to sleep. You can scroll down and see the post, in which there's a photograph of his headstone. Anyway, my folks told me last week that Murdok's grave had been disturbed.

He's no longer there.

His headstone had been moved away.

Only the pinkish bed sheet/shroud was left.

I've always thought that Murd had a calming, almost healing power to his personality because he was so chilled out. Now, he's no longer where he lay. . . Now, I'm not suggesting Murdok is canine Jesus, but you have to admit the parallels are intriguing. 10 months dog time does not equal 3 days human time; then again, I'm no dog. The idea of The Shroud of Murd kind of cracks me up. It's likely a bear or other Brynion critter dug him up but still...

I'm absolutely into The Big Bang Theory these days. Makes me laugh. Especially Sheldon Cooper. If you're looking for gift ideas for me you can go with t-shirts from that show(large). many can be found, along with other sweet things at thinkgeek.com Just in case you were having trouble.

Happy Halloween

Cake

I went to another concert down at the Edgefield McMinimans this weekend. Saw Cake. Very different feel and crowd from the My Morning Jacket show. MMJ can flat out rock, Cake is pretty laid back. MMJ's lead singer is better at music than entertaining, Cake's lead is engaging and funny. MMJ does ten minute jams, Cake takes the Vibraslap to new heights. The crowd at MMJ was into the music (but not in a snobby way), Cake's crowd was into having a good time (but not in a Jimmy Buffett way). Both groups liked to get high. I enjoyed the opening band for MMJ and loved that MMJ played for over 3 hours. Cake had no opener and played a couple hours - and gave a way a type of Hemlock sapling. Pretty different shows. I liked them both though.
I did not, however, get a backrub from a stranger at this show, and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
Dash has been substituting the word "humans" for "people". It's really funny.
I've hit double digit hornet stings in the last 2 weeks by repeatedly running over an underground nest with my brush mower - you'd think I'd learn...but it's not funny. Hurts. (urth)

Bon Fire

I heard once that if you want to get over a girl, put her in literature. Man, that sounds like something I'd do. Turns out, I have.

I was doing some cleaning the other day (gasp) and came across a box. Inside this box there was another box. And inside that box was a shoe box. It was this box that had some unusual contents: photographs and school pictures going back to grade school, along with notes and letters from old girlfriends. There were a lot of things that i found to be very strange about this as I was sifting through it. First off, how in the heck has this survived all the movings and cleanings prior to this? Why did I keep them in the first place? What do I do with them now? I admit that I am a bit of a sentimental guy, but I'm throwing them out. One note was from the 4th grade! It was strange that there were some notes and letters in there that i never gave. It's about the closest thing I'll get to having a time machine and going back to see myself in jr high/high school.. Man i was a dork (was?). You can probably attest.

Fast forward to "college-Andy". College-Andy has started journaling. He journals dreams he's had and dreams he wants to have. He journals about events that are significant to him, as well as insignificant things he hopes turn out to be significant. There's not a lot of talk about any particular woman or women, but there are frequent references to the woman he's yet to meet. The woman he is hoping to meet one day. The Woman. It's very sweet. I like this guy. If I could only talk to that guy...

While I was married, I journaled less because I had this blog. That was my media for my life at that time. Mostly light hearted, fun stuff. But for the last 2 years I've blogged less and journaled more. The content of my journals now? Spiritual stuff and chick stuff. I have two full books filled up from my divorce alone. The guy who wrote those was angry. Like he'd been stabbed in the heart 39 times and the wound got infected. I don't like that guy. That guy needs to meet College Andy and hang out with him for awhile.

I'm ready to be New Andy.

Writing and journaling have helped me out a lot over the years. It's been therapy at times and may have helped me not explode once or twice. It's also kind of fun to see the commentary I had over the high's and low's over the last 20 years. I am a total dork, and destined to forever be. What I'm wondering is - what do I do with all of it? My life literature is significant only to me and it's beginning to take up some space. I'm fairly sure I don't want others to read it, but if you have any good ideas what to do with it I'm game.