Walking the dog is an adventure in an apartment community. You never know who you might meet or what you might find--and that's besides other dogs. In our small square, there are eighty-four apartments. People work all hours and most nights when I take the dog out sometime after midnight for 'last call' before bed, there are still brightly lit apartment windows and even other people out walking their dogs. One night I counted seven other dogs and their owners out strolling around in the cooler night air.
In our square, we have two fenced off areas that contain dumpsters. When people move out (or in, I suppose) they place furniture and appliances they no longer need next to the dumpsters. And then it's a race to see who notices the new offerings first. If no one takes it by the next time the trash men come, then the apartment maintenance crew removes it. Saturday and Sunday, naturally are prime times for dumpster shopping.
So far, my husband has brought home a beautiful wood kitchen cart (stainless steel top), which only required a quick wipe down, a lighter kitchen cart (ditto), and three dining room tables. As we 'trade up', we end up giving the previous table away to someone else who needs it. That way it works for everyone.
The last table he brought home is going to need some work, but I love it. It has gorgeous tiles inset in the top, three leaves, and the rest is heavy oak. I really like this table. So imagine my surprise when I met a neighbor in the next building this morning who offered me the matching chairs. Turns out one of her neighbors gave her the set when she moved out...but the neighbor can't keep it as she's moving to a smaller apartment herself.
As I have mentioned before, my dog has terminal bone cancer and probably won't be around by Christmas. I don't know what excuse my husband will have for going dumpster shopping then. Now there's the polite fiction that he just happened to see 'this or that' while out walking the dog!
PS: When last Emmeline was seen, Shade had just been attacked by a zucchini. Herewith, the next episode in the Crazy Blog Serial...
All around them the zucchini zuukers were advancing. Emmeline nudged her goggles up to her forehead, allowing her glowing green gaze to singe the closest ones. Terrible screams muffled the desperate scrabbling of their retreat before the flashing green beams. As they fought to get away, she drew her laser saber with one hand while she fumbled in her toolkit for her peeler.
With the first low singing hum of the peeler, silence feel over the immediate area surrounding them. The zuukers curled into tight little balls that began to grow tough silvery coats to ward off the hum of the peeler. Emmeline breathed a sigh of relief. The immediate danger was warded off. Now to see to Shade’s welfare.
She knelt next to him and turned him over on his belly so she could see the extent of the damage. It was much worse than she feared. The welts extended all up and down his back, twining deep in the ridges of his phallax. Not even the sacred chocolate could heal such damage. There was only one solution. She would have to use the peeler.
And if she did, there was no hope of meeting the terms of the prophesy. The moments ticked past as she debated, torn between the deeply ingrained destiny or saving the man she finally admitted that she loved. What to do?
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