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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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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
Dog's Plot: world's tiniest town, Davey Weathercock, Mayor.
  • Papa's Got a Brand New Blade
  • Dog Roses of Pumpkin Hill
     On the Dog's Plot four or five acres, and in the brush land and pasture land surrounding us we have the Rose that grew at the doorstep of the original homestead house and, then some seedlings I brought here from Ithaca along with Rose of Sharron, which is not a Rose at all, and then out back in the orchard and conspiciusly out on the cattle range, there are occasional multi flora, roses with there simple, small, and multitudinous flowers...a generally unpopular escape from Gardens, and then the Roses that we used to call Swamp Roses because they grow in my native swamps up north, along the lake shore, and beside streams.
            We call this place Dog's Plot, and because these pink, sometimes white, simple Roses are abundent here, arching, abounding, I began referring to them  as Dog Roses, and was then very surprised when my friend Der Rosenmeister, that Dog Rose was really the official English name for those Roses.  Several sub species exist, and so do Swamp Roses, which are something else.
         And of course Dog Roses turn out to be more than special;  magical and possiblly world saving, according to Wiki and Nature Enquirer, as soon as they get the news.
          But just look at these Dog Roses.  That is all you know, and all you need to know.  Truth is beauty and beauty is truth, and sleeping Dogs never lie.
      The last picture in this series shows a Pear Tree trying to come up in the pasture.  The cattle prune them down to the thorny  parts, so they stay dwarfed, as they do in the hay fields, waiting to spring up like the Cayuga's from whom they descend, by  way  of French Jesuit Missionary gardeners, then surviving the great Sullivan massacre, by sprouting from their roots.  Everybody should do that.









  • Three Strkes on Two Scythes
      I love my scythes and I abuse them terribly with my over-enthusiasm, which every  once in a while comes up against hard objects.  Each of these two twenty four inch ditch scythes have been broken three times and welded twice.  The welds themselves held, but I will be retiring these two now, ordering a new ditch scythe or two, and hacking with my brush scythe for the time being.


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