Aug 20 2010

Mary begins a dog-sitting job tomorrow.  We need to walk to the owner's house for last minute instructions.

As we pass the "Doctor's place"  border collies race back and forth at fence, barking madly.  It's a familiar routine.

   Lorena is outside and we talk over the fence.  She has a camera around her neck ("snapping butterflies").  We gossip about neighbors, gardening, photography.  She offers to let Mary borrow her SLR.

When we reach the dog-sittee's, the man of the house is gone and the woman of the house gives us an earful about the man of the house's shortcomings.  Very funny stuff about serial mid-life crises.