Um....in case "they" come and take me away during the night, I really don't want to have the very last thing I put out for the world to be a dog poop discussion, so I will re-issue the following poem I wrote last year and posted here in July...

Good night!

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This is a poem I wrote about my love of stargazing out here in the country where we have a good view of the nighttime sky.

"UNDER THE STARS"

Through the darkness I walk, to the place on high,
to see the stars stretch across the sky

In the solitude of my thoughts
I am alone
I spread a blanket across the stones
Yet I look up like so many have looked up before
From cold Siberia to Tahitian shore

To see the stars play out their lives
across this black canvas of midnight sky

If only to know the countless dreams
that have been wished upon this starry scene

To see the galaxies spin away
is to bring me to the very day
that I was created from stardust
and you, a shooting star

A comet's glow
The nebula's faint cry
they weave their magic across the sky

Oh, starry night
I cast my dreams unto you
Then fall asleep in the glow
of a rising crescent moon....

"Under The Stars" Copyright: 2005; Scott Scarborough

Ugh.... now I know what that strange dream was leading up to...

Shit.

Shit, I tells ya!

I was walking around Secret's yard in the Hollow today and I was barefoot and I was actually looking at the trash that the neighbor's dog had dragged everywhere when I planted the naked heel of my foot right in a big ole pile of dog poop.

Geeeeze!

So, there was much giggling from LuLu and Secret.

Yes, before you ask.... I have thoroughly washed the fecal contaminated appendage.

So, in honor of my dog poop incident it's time for us all to share in Blogstream's first annual "My Best Stepping In Poop Story!" contest.

I will be the judge but I will cheerfully take any observations or considerate comments from others into my singular despotic voting system.

So, let's Discuss Dog Poop!

WOOT!

Note: This blog has REALLY taken a slide in content in the last few months and I see no improvement on the horizon. Just don't say I never warned you. Thank You for continuing to read, you brave souls!

Um.... I had a tossy turny kind of light sleep last night, but it was one of those nights where you have the same dream continue through the awake, semi-awake, and asleep periods.

Ok. Let's get down to business.

I'm being stalked by Owen Wilson. That's right. I dreamed all night that I was a college student who was constantly being chased around by the actor Owen Wilson. He wasn't trying to be mean really, but he would not accept the fact that I had things to do and he was always at my door every morning wanting to goof off and I was getting tired of him being there. Then he engaged in some emotional treachery by having a very cute girl neighbor try to seduce me by giving me a concoction of weird stuff like chocolate pickles and whatnot to make me fall for her and then she was going to dump me and leave me heartbroken and lonely for Owen. A perfect plan in some ways except that the whole thing backfired on him when she didn't back out on the relationship with me and she and I became lovers and he was all twisted about it and started following me everywhere with a video camera that was attached to his head.

Then....

I woke up with a massive headache and I am writing this down before I forget it.

Dream interpreters?

Have I gone completely insane?

So, I was laid off last week but am in a good position still to call my own shots for this brief window of time. I have been kicking around deciding if I am gonna move to Dallas or stay here and do real estate and go to Dallas when I can go under my own power and not need any help from anyone. Real estate can do that for me....so, I went to visit my office today and was greeted with such love and warmth that I made up my mind to stay in that office and get to work.... I left the office and put on "Let It Be" by The Beatles and I felt the warmth of a decision actually made and I felt the horrid uncertainty lift from my spirit.

Now, selling real estate out here might be a huge disaster but at least I made the decision to try......cuz I will get to see my son and family at my brother's wedding next month in Dallas and that will give me a real lift in fighting it out ....out here....myself. My hard work. My success or failure and we'll see about when the Dallas move will take place.

I have to be laser focused right now and bust my ass getting some houses listed and on the market to sell.....so I can get paid and getting paid puts me in charge of my life.

So...

Let it be......

Instead of writing it all out I'm simply going to provide the keywords and Y'all can just run with it, or drop it like it's hot. (Thanks Snoop)

Old Ham
Woods
Missing dog
Invasion of grackels
strange beeping
razors
procrastination
more procrastination
Outbuilding (my new home?)
plumbing rough
Out of BP medication...again.
jittery
a few good laughs
running errands
decisions, decisions, decisions
London Bridges
keyboards
blog
off to get meds!
goodbye beard.