misplaced lilypads, a dog of cowardice, a dog of kindness
~tffb
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I went to Clubhouse, and on the way I glanced to the left, while,
walking up E Liberty St, expecting to see a bush/shrub of lilypads.
Some usually in/around ponds, a person has them in their front
yard. End of street, just before right turn.

So my mind thinks: red house > left-hand side of road > just before
making right

Lilypads were not there. Odd I thought.

Then making my way further, down Maple St, I look up to see a red
house I never took notice of before, just before turning onto Walt
St, and out front, a shrub of lilypads.

Interesting how I never noticed what is to be noticed, until I
notice it deliberately, only to have it always have been noticed.

Right right right

On this pleasant, 55° walk, a beautiful spotted Collie came
running as it always does, from someone's front yard. Barking,
lunging, nipping at the side of my legs. I ignore, keep walking,
knowing its a bark-not-bite coward dog. There to disrupt my walk,
though the owner has less risk of the many passers by from reacting
poorly, and just more of it going into the busy street just past
the sidewalk.

Regardless, when walking home, a neighbor walked by with a
Dauchsand (idk the spelling), and I say hello, and (to the dog):
cute doggy. Which it replied with a barely acknowledging and
inaudible breath bork. Enough to show reaction, not concerning
itself with me.

Then home. The Clubhouse was not my jam today. Home is nice.
Cigarettes and coffee a- plenty. And of course online things and
zine making.