Sunday, March 19, 2006

Lambs Eating Grass

I just drove up to Celo and back so that young M could retrieve all of his forgotten possessions. There are many baby animals out in the fields, including lambs, and one gray lamb was grazing by himself. This sight made me happy although my son, who 12 short years ago would have been beyond thrilled by a lamb eating grass, told me I was weird. On the highway on the way back we were behind a red truck. In the back of the red truck was a little plastic house, and in the house was a huge and happy Rottweiler. The Rottweiler stood up and moved his head into the wind until his ears blew back and barked at the passing cars. He did this over and over until finally he gave up and sat down in his house with the air of one who has completed an important task. The barking windblown dog and the truck with the doghouse filled us both with glee and M turned on Switched On Bach, which has not aged well and sounds hideously like a bad demo from a cheap synthesizer from Radio Shack, but at sufficient volume and speed, with wind and a barking dog, can be a good thing.

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