Trains

There must be a law for trains going through town, they must have to honk continually, lest some soul drives right into one, or in front of one. What does it have to be? Beats me. I followed the train that goes through town all the way across Iowa and into Nebraska and further on Google Earth. It was almost as good as being there. It went through or nearby every town on the way.

I grew up on the train sounds rebounding off downtown Des Moines, we were close enough to the river, the bottoms as someone would say. I never realized I grew near the bottoms until high school. A girl, who had one of those dads that built his own business and the name was well known in town, referenced, in a full room discussion, the South East Bottoms. She had included MY neighborhood! Are people deliberately this obtuse or mean? I didn't care. Nah, I was too laid back.

More later..............

I'm still here, still alive

Just in case you were wondering, is she dead? Did the cancer get her? Fuck no! I was told at my last check up that for me to get a recurrence is basically nil. So you're stuck with me. Lucky you.


Did I tell you my little brother's cancer came back? Okay they say it's 'per se' not the 'same' cancer since it was 9 years after the first bout but that's bullshit. It's again at the base of his tongue. SAME PLACE! Tell me all you want that anything after 5 years is a different cancer. I don't believe you. Take that and stick it. It's the same!! He's okay though, still alive. That was last year, May 2017. He just had half the back of his tongue taken out and now he talks funny. But hey it's a new cancer so let's be happy. (tap dancing) Yeah, right.
I don't even think I told you that Ava died on January 1st. My mom's birthday. First day of the new year. What a way to start. Thankfully 2018 hasn't shown it's ass like 2015 did. I'm thankful.

We got a new dog. His name is Ryke. Yeah like Reich, the 3rd Reich of Hitler. No one gets it, I have to explain it every time. He'll be 1 on February 1st. He's a heathen. Even worse than Ghetto Girl, which is what we call Lucy. He's sweet, we love him bunches. He's not mature enough yet to not be crated during the day. When I come home he's screaming some gawd awful song that even monks would be proud of. I make him be still before I let him out, it makes him know I am the
Alpha.<<another word for I'm the BITCH so obey me. He does. We have good dogs.

Ryke as puppy.

Ryke, still as puppy. I don't think this dog is ever going to grow up.  :)