Im sure you’ve seen people carrying around little plastic bags of dog shit while they are walking their dogs.  I don’t know how many dog owners think about this, but while its a nice sentiment, picking up the dog shit that is, this method has created millions of plastic bags full of shit and one has to wonder what all these little bags of shit are doing in our landfill, or does one wonder?

Betty, who has basically known me since I was born, is in her eighties. From the outside if I was to tell people that I was going to stay with an eighty year old women when I landed in the UK, they would probably wonder what the hell was going on there.

Relationships with women have become a memory to me, a thing of the past.  Sometimes I forget the past, hoping that I might meet a free bird like myself, that doesn’t mind what the other person does essentially, as long as they are a stand up human being and share foundational truths about life.

“Sometimes my body has gone into seizures.  I lose consciousness.  Witness all my life memories, before being dragged back into this life, unable to see, wondering where I am,…”

I went into my local irrigation supply store, Aquaflow, in Ojai the other day. While at the counter purchasing a few items another customer came in and asked one of the other employees.

“Do you sell Roundup?”