7 October 2004

Weekends, when you’re house-dog-cat-sitting at your parents – Who are off enjoying magnificent faraway South American landscapes, both city (Buenos Aires) and country (Iguazu Falls)
and the utility room is mid-remodel
and those skilled artisans whose promise was to ‘finish the floors’ and ‘reconnect the washer and dryer’ may as well be going over Iguazu Falls in a barrel
instead of returning the calls of the bewildered, the daughters of drudgery who would only like to do their laundry for free

When you examine the mountains, the tons of junk mail, when one is so different from one’s only sibling
will the real house-sitter please stand up?
the fridge: filled with leftover pizza, chinese delivery, yet the kitchen sink: filled with dishes, why??

Disturbing things happen: mail is placed on the back of a vehicle instead of in the mailbox on the front porch
an orange card reads ‘Dangerous Dog Notice’
True a barking dog is unsettling
But the dog is locked inside the house – Never in 5 years since this dog came to live here has a letter carrier left such a notice

What cure? What cure indeed?
Honey cured ham? Fluffy scrambled eggs and
crispy delicious hash browns
Buttery toast?
YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES,
FOR WARM, BUTTERY TOAST!!!
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So, how ’bout it? Still want to have brunch on Sat?