I wrote recently that I was afraid my dog Stella was plotting to kill me, but facts have been uncovered that have proven otherwise, mainly, that my dog Stella is afraid of everything. The other night, my neighbor was doing something on the back steps making noises after Stella and I had crawled into bed. I’m not complaining about the noises, but I had to laugh at Stella’s reaction to them. She barked, once, stood up and faced the origin of the noises, and did nothing. After a few minutes of her whining, I crawled out of bed and walked thru the apartment turning on lights, Stella steps behind me, showing her that there was nothing in the apartment. Once this little tour was completed, we crawled back into bed and fell asleep.

Therefore I am no longer fearful that my beloved Stella is plotting to kill me.

In other news, Sam , sent me CD’s of his music. The man is a very talented DJ and I’m looking forward to dropping in to see him the next time I’m in San Francisco. I also have not taken them out of my player since they showed up on my steps Wednesday afternoon.

In even more news, I met with my blog daddy Scott for our second anniversary shopping excursion to the outlet malls of northwestern Indiana. We shopped, we talked, and we froze our asses off. It’s always a pleasure to see him. Oh, and he shared something with me but I’m not tellin.

It seems that I’m a slow learner. There is a lesson that I’ve failed to learn on a regular basis ever since I was in kindergarten. My mother had baked cookies for me to take into class on a special day, I don’t remember which. She carefully placed the cookies into a foil-lined shoebox with the instructions that there were only enough cookies for each child in the class to have ONE cookie. At the appropriate time, I reclaimed the box of cookies from my cubicle and started to pass them out to the other kids. In my excitement, I forgot about my mother’s instructions and started giving out 2 cookies to each kid, which caused me to quickly run out of cookies. Panicking, I tried in vain to re-distribute the cookies to those that didn’t get them before.

I tend to do the same thing with my time, trying, often in vain, to share my time with as many people as possible in an unrealistic time-frame. This thanksgiving, I overscheduled myself and had a difficult choice to make. Did I learn? I sure hope so.