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The Disappearing of Kristal Forest

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 Kristal Portrait     Kristal Lorraine Forest, formerly  of Ithaca , was living  with her two  Calcutta street-dogs  in  Campo Verde,  Arizona,  when she decided that if she  moved to  Mexico,  she   could get by  on her  Social Security payments alone.    
   Kristal had picked up and moved plenty of times all alone before, but this time  she hired a local homeless man to help her  through the move.
   After everything had been  packed  away,  the landlord   inspected the apartment, and  handed Kristal  a wad of bills for the deposit refund,  Then she  drove off  with her helper and the two dogs.....in the Red Nissan SUV pulling  a UHaul trailer.
       When Kristal's family in California  hadn't  heard from her for three months and there had been no activity on her bank account, they reported her as a missing person.   Look here:  http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/

 

Cameo's Castle

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  cameomatt"Cameo White " was just her movie name.
And although she grew into the name completely, she never  veryoldwoman
actually made a movie. 

She was born "Camille Brown" to a mother (also named Camille) who seems to have become only the husk of herself afterward; there is very little mention of her anywhere. Meanwhile, Camille/Cameo became her father's pet, and mostly his master.
  Her father, Elsworth Brown, was a Cornell Engineering graduate who became a Morse Chain design-chief. He bought several properties in Cornell Heights, and after the death of Oliver Fast, when the title to Bridge House came into question, Brown managed to get possession by paying taxes on it before the lingering matter of legal title could be completely settled.  It was to be Camille's castle.

Read all about it :   http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/

 

Last Updated on Friday, 19 February 2010 00:31
 

Dog's Plot: Gee's Calling

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    I'd known before William did, that when Gee went off to assist at the Pet Funeral and whatever.... she wouldn't be coming back.


I knew because she told me herself.....or to be precise: she told Olive. Gee and I had hardly ever talked directly.

The evening before she left, I was right here in this chair, keyboard in my lap, with my feet up on the footstool and Olive setting beside them , grooming her feathers.


It was already November and I thought I had shut the sliding door to the deck.
Then Gee stepped in.... as if through the glass. And barefooted too:

                                                                     http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/

 

William Leaving

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  match heartBy Davey Weathercock

    Brother William's hormonal heat for my high school girlfriend Carmella lasted even longer than my own, but he never got beyond his doggy attempts to hump her leg on the sly during the year Carmy and the Cheer Leaders adopted him as a mascot.

Gee was his first human lover and he was a little more advanced with her, but he had still been primitive enough  , that......... after a few months of fireworks on the Roof of Goldwin Smith Hall, and nymphing though the gorges from Bridge House to Brooktondale......he had been able to walk off without notice or goodbye.

His cool stiff-arm, enabled him to make occasional use of women who imagined they could keep him as a pet, a curiosity, or a cause. But just about always, either he or the woman.... one of them would actually fall in whatdoyoucallit with the other, and would   run out in flames or wake up in ashes.

  Read on:   http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/
                    

Last Updated on Thursday, 18 February 2010 17:53
 

Davey Weathercock's Green Roof Revolution

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green roof

As on this remote slope in tiny town, most of our midlife houses have standard asphalt shingles, cupped , humped, and cracked by sun and rain.

Lichens and moss have found a moist home and scattered fairy ranges of tundra have evolved.


      Field flowers followed in the usual order , and then woody plants like these black raspbery brambles.


       Next on this roof came Honeysuckle. This one appears to be of the foreign invasive variety, but take it from Davey, if you uprooted it or one of the sapling cottonwoods (which actually may be adding some structural support to the entire system} THEN you and the chimney and all would likely fall into the everlasting darkness.


Here and now, in this rapidly aging world, we have to deal with things as they are, and immediately take care of the obvious chimney problem.

 

     See how our Davey Weathercock deals with this roof cirsis:

http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/2010/01/davey-weathercocks-green-revolution.html

 

Last Updated on Thursday, 18 February 2010 18:39
 


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Dog's Plot: world's tiniest town, Davey Weathercock, Mayor.
  • WILLIAM    I hope you are doing okay out there, wherever out there happens to be. Still wrangling chickens for period movies? Riding a getaway bus out of Portland?
            Anyway, I hope I am not just talking to the night here.   I don’t know where you are or whether you even read your Facebook feed   since you have not posted here in a very long while, but  I figure this is my best shot at contacting you.   We  are doing well enough ourselves, but Dogsplot is thickening ….getting complicated, as you will understand.

         A guy named Owen Pierce showed up here a while back  looking for you, saying he had read our “Book of William,” and that he is your biological brother. According to him, before you showed up at our house in Natural Bridge, you and he were two of more than several kids born in a shack at the edge of the Fort Drum military reservation … enough kids that after a few months as a baby in the house, you would each move to the chicken house out back, where you mostly looked after one another. Then you moved on.  And he himself has moved to this area.
               Oren Pierce  wears black clothes and boots with high heels; teaches badmitton as a zen type sport, or so he says.  Probably not in those boots though.  He has shown up at the house a few times since first appearing and I have seen him around, mostly walking the roads.  He has offered to look after the place when and if we travel, and has been submitting stories for our magazine about the stuffed animals in our trunk.  We don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon, and I am not sure I would be ready  to leave the place with him. 
            Any chance you might get back here sometime?
       
  • Poor Orchard's Almanac: Italian Olive Ladder
       My apple picking friend, potato magnate, and garlic farmer David Clauson sent me this picture forwarded to him by an itinerant  fellow apple picker just back from Verona Italy, where he had been picking olives.  This  simple pole with pegs stepping up each side, like the telephone poles they used to actually climb,  looks pretty  scary to me,
        My good orchard ladder has three legs and is stable on uneven ground.,  A ladder with two legs with rungs spanning them, the feet wide apart at the bottom and a foot or so apart at the top, will grab the tree and add a little stability, particularly on s slope like this, and like some of ours here at Dogsplot.  I have seen pictures of old ladders of this sort made for  for Washington State Pear trees.  They were forty feet tall, as Pear trees naturally grow in a spire.  I try to cut and bend my Pear Trees to a vase shape, as each has plenty of room to spread, but they still get up there, and they are generally on rough ground.  Also, I just want to make a bipedal ladder.
          I made a THREE legged ladder with Juniper rails and rungs, but I need sounder rungs.  Maybe PVC plastic pipe. 


  • Poor Orchard's Almanack: Dancing with Garlic
    It was going to rain so I went and put in a lot of garlic very quickly . One of the top ten reasons we grow garlic is that the critters don't much like it so we don't have to fence it. I am planting five or six mounds like this one now, to get around  five hundred heads. some of which we will sell, some of which we will dehydrate, some of which we will cook, and just as much that we will eat raw in pesto, which will protect us from predators. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldjdl6CT0iM&feature=youtu.be

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