It was threatening rain on Wednesday so the Wednesday Walkie Talkies almost didn’t walk. (In fact, later in the day it did rain cats and well, dogs.) Umbrellas in hand, Five WWTs and I struck out from Olmos Park in a westerly direction, passing through a couple of gentrifying neighborhoods.
My mistress was elated with the number of chain link fences with dog statues on top. (She collects those, though unfortunately the chain link manufacturers never had the sense to make a statue of a Chihuahua.) My favorite thing was a yard filled with skeletons emerging from the ground. Mary is crazy for Halloween decorations and went gaga over that one. If those had been real bones I’d have been set for life.
When the ladies got back to Carol’s house--where they always begin their adventures--she gave Mary a rural mailbox. The architect for Mary’s screen porch had suggested using one out front and lo! Carol (who has a keen eye for the retro) produced one that had belonged to an uncle in Nebraska.
As construction continues on the porch (Will it EVER end?) I am compelled to bark at a succession of workmen. Earlier it was carpenters and painters. Now it’s electricians. On that subject, Mary and Lewis met this week with an architect, Graham Martin, who has started a full time business designing decorative light fixtures. They selected a copper sconce with a cut-out design that resembles tile patterns they saw on mosques in Iran last year. Yes, Iran.
And guess where I was while they were admiring the Shah Mosque in Isfahan? The vet’s of course. Well, they do say it’s a dog’s life.
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