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As I've started on my second book this summer, I've learned a few things. If I'd known how hard it is to write a book, I'm not sure I'd have done it. If I knew how hard it was going to be to start the second damn book, I know I wouldn't have done it! Right now I'm wasting time by looking up old songs on YouTube. "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters", "Five O'Clock World", "Good Morning, Starshine", stuff like that. I have a real weak spot for pop, especially 70's pop. I like the Carpenters. Yes, I said it. The Carpenters. I can't help it, it's just there, like my problems with dates and times. I could tell you exactly what I was doing the first time I heard Sly and the Family Stone's "Dance to the Music"; lying by the pool with my friends at Tchefuncta Country Club in Covington, summer of '70, I was almost twelve.  Do you think I could tell you what the date is today? No.  I remember music, not the day of the week or where I'm supposed to be.I can't remember numbers, either. If you're one of those annoying people that can tell me every phone number they've had, or every address where they live, I think you must not had enough fun early in your lives. Useless as my special talent may be, it does come in handy once in a while. Katie thinks I'm a human jukebox, calling me to sing a scrap of a song, knowing I'll know the name of the song, the artist, and sometimes, every once in a while, the date it came out. Ahhh, this is way more fun, listening to oldies and blogging, but it's back to the salt mines for me, "The Lion Hunter" is calling.

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I've been thinking about dogs and death lately. I know, morbid subject, but one that's real. Just this week a family lost their dog to a mountain lion. The lion, a young male, entered the open french doors to their ground floor bedroom and took a twelve year old Lab, leaving behind a younger Lab and the couple. That's brazen, but perhaps not a bad way to go for an older dog. The cat snapped the dog's neck, it was probably over before she even knew what was happening, since neither dog barked before the attack. I'm thinking if I were that old, quick and painless is good. Our Golden, Shiloh, is getting old now, almost twelve. She's really slowing down, getting cranky and demanding. Maggie, our first Golden, quit eating, letting us know quite easily what her wishes were. We honored them, not an easy thing for the owners, but it was the right thing to do. Katie came home from school to say good-bye, and the three of us took her to the vet for the last time. Katie and I couldn't stay for the whole thing, we left when she lost consciousness. Cowards? Probably. I'd say we were brave enough to let her go. Maybe we should do the same for humans. I don't want to stay past my time. I'm thinking about wondering off into a snowstorm like the Indians used to do, they say freezing to death is actually not too bad. OK, enough about death. I'll try to think more cheerful thoughts.

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