Human Behavior

The DHL man is afraid of our dog. He took one look at her and ran screaming back out of the entryway and actually left the front gate. He quivered behind the fence and refused to bring in the package until A. put the dog out of his sight. I’d like to remind everyone that this is the dog in question:

Run! Save yourselves! FLEE!

Secondly, I’d like to thank everyone who wrote comments, sent e-mails or said anything to me directly about yesterday’s post. I’ve tried to think of an appropriate thing to say that would properly articulate how really and honestly lovely it was to hear from all of you, and get a glimpse into some of your own experiences, but I can’t, because I am a dullard. But really, thank you. The best part about writing here is hearing other people’s take on their own experiences, either independently offered, or in response to something that one of us has written. And between that experience and the extraordinarily civilized reaction to Linda’s post yesterday (which a whole other group e-mailed me about, and thank you for that, too), I have an entirely new outlook on the decency of humanity, and if that doesn’t put a spring in your step, I don’t know what does. I forget sometimes, especially given the madness that goes on almost every day in the world we live in, that for the most part, people are pretty decent. So thank you again.

And mostly, that’s all I wanted to say. I also didn’t want to leave up yesterday’s post too long, as I had visions of concerned e-mails that I’d thrown myself out the window into a pile of alligators in despair.

We plan to get out of the house this weekend. I will not deny that part of what’s contributed to the funk is that nearly every weekend we’ve been house-bound, mostly because one of us (and uh, it’s not me) has been working a lot. And while I love hanging out with the dog and catching reruns of Dinner & a Movie on TBS, it is possible to exceed tolerance limits on movies that feature Goldie Hawn, especially when accompanied by witty banter and complicated recipes that almost always employ the use of a blender. And frankly, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m sick of seeing the inside of a Target. And there is something to be said for getting out there and breathing in air that hasn’t been filtered through an HVAC system, even if it is the humidified equivalent of hot Jello pudding.

However, the two options for Saturday’s activities were met with nothing but silence and maybe a few blank stares, so what exactly we’ll be doing remains to be seen. In an effort to out-tourist ourselves while we’re here, I suggested a visit to Jungle Ted’s alligator farm-slash-wildlife preserve, or perhaps a trip to a museum-slash-botanical gardens, and neither was met with much enthusiasm. But there will be something, and it will be cheesy, and it won’t be Sears, and that’s a good thing.

Have a great weekend.

*The Decemberists covering Bjork. I really, really can’t stand Bjork, so let’s go with the Decemberists, who covered it just fine.

16 comments October 19th, 2006