When Rory and I were walking home from Central Park this morning, we crossed paths with a women and her young son, who were presumably on their way to school.
She was explaining what each of the letter grades (A, B, C, D, F) in school meant, to which he replied:
“Why is there no E?”
Huh. Good question.
She said, “There simply isn’t one,” which I didn’t think was a very satisfactory reply.
But I didn’t know the answer either, so I asked the Google machine.
Turns out until the middle of the 20th Century, most schools in the United States used the four letter grading system E, S, N, U — Excellent, Satisfactory, Needs Improvement, and Unsatisfactory.
When they transitioned to the current system, they eliminated the E to avoid confusion.
So, ma’am, that’s what you should have told your little boy.
Gonna have to mark you down for a lack of research.
Posted in Children, Education, Family, Humor, Life, Walking
Tagged Central Park, children, dog, e for effort, education, family, Google, grades, Humor, letter E, letter grading system, life, mother, New York City, school, son, walking
Rory and I encountered these words today on our walk in Central Park:
It was repeated over and over again along our route, so we simply had to follow and answer the now burning question:
What is Brooke’s world?
Turned out to be some benches. And leftover balloons. We deduced that Brooke had a birthday party in the park.
And we missed it.
What is this world — Brooke’s world — coming to?!
Posted in Animals, Children, Dogs, Humor, Life, Nature, Summer, Walking
Tagged animals, balloon, birthday party, Brooke's world, Central Park, children, dog, follow directions, Humor, life, New York City, nosy, park bench, walk
Thirteen years ago, Rory and I made our first airplane trip together — from Kansas City to Craigsville Beach on Cape Cod.
As we arrive home tonight from Kentucky — on what is easily Rory’s 30+ flight as an ‘in-cabin pet,’ I never take for granted his zen presence and sunny predisposition that make him an easy, breezy traveller.
Posted in Airplanes, Animals, Crafts, Dogs, Family, Humor, Life
Tagged airplane, Cape Cod, Craigsville Beach, dog, flight, frequent flier, in-cabin pet, Kentucky
Central Park is green.
No more pastel buds of spring, no more varying shades of color — just a solid canopy of green.
As I was walking Rory Dog this morning — and gazing upward at all those green leaves — I was reminded of the day I got my very first pair of glasses.
I was in the fourth grade. My teacher Ms. Laws had noticed I was squinting at the chalkboard, and ratted me out to my mom. When the optometrist did the eye exam, it turned out —
I was pretty blind. Who knew?
I wasn’t very excited about getting glasses; I was the first in my class and would be teased for months. But I still remember wearing my new glasses on the ride home from the eye doctor, and staring in wonder up at the trees.
“You can see individual leaves?“
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Tagged canopy of green, Central Park, chalkdboard, checkup, children, dog, eye sight, eyes, family, fourth grade, Health, Humor, leaves, leaves on the tree, life, New York City, optometrist, Relationships, squinting, trees, walking
So, this happened.
I worked at home yesterday and had just sat down to eat lunch when someone rang my front door. Assuming it was UPS, I buzzed him in and stepped into my coop’s hallway.
My dog Rory ran ahead to greet my visitor and brought back…
Okay, not this particular fireman. The firefighter in my building had black hair and was tragically wearing his shirt uniform. But still –
He was smoking hot!
I said, “Are we on fire?” and he flashed a perfect smile.
Well, I was.
He explained he was conducting the building’s yearly walk-through, and proceeded to ask some questions about the basement and elevator access while he petted my dog Rory.
To soon, he was on his way. But my heart was happy. You see, the firehouse is only one block away.
Rory, it’s time to try a different walk route!
Posted in Comedy, Humor, Life, Love, Relationships
Tagged comedy, commentary, coop, dog, dog walk, firefighter, firehouse, fireman, Humor, life, Manhattan, New York City, Relationships, smoking hot, walk through, work at home
Wimbledon is a racket.
I look forward to it every year, and watch every moment of tennis that my schedule allows.
But this year?
My actual body clock reset itself to make sure of it.
I normally wake up around 7am every morning — without an alarm — to walk the dog. But this year during Wimbledon, I have been popping out of bed between 5:30-6:00am
I know that the first hour of Wimbledon coverage on ESPN is bogus chit-chat, and the matches don’t start until 8:00am. But my body doesn’t. And I especially know that the weekend coverage doesn’t begin until 9:00am.
Go back to sleep.
(I’m not listening.)
Posted in Health, Home, Humor, Life, Sports, Television, TV
Tagged alarm clock, body clock, chit-chat, commentary, dog, dog walk, entertainment, ESPN, Holiday, home, Humor, life, NBC, racket, sleep, Sports, Television, tennis, TV, Wimbledon, Wimbledon coverage
If you absolutely have to remember something, tell a dog.
I’m serious; they’ve got your back.
Yesterday Rory Dog and I flew to Boston. I’m working there this week, and since we lived there for seven years, I brought Rory along to visit with friends.
Now, it’s been over four years and two apartments since we lived in Boston, but as soon as we arrived at my friend’s place, Rory was trying to walk me around the city. This morning, he immediately took off on our old route through the Public Garden, Boston Common and our old neighborhood, Beacon Hill. No doubt his nose was pointed toward the shops we used to frequent, the friends who used to give him treats along the way.
And Rory is no spring chicken, either. My puppy turns 12 this December, but his mind — and memory — seem as sharp as ever.
I went online to see just how impressive this behavior was. Turns out that, although Rory is the bestest dog ever, his memory skills are fairly typical for a dog. They all have spatial memory of places, especially if food is involved.
And since Rory got a treat from somebody on pretty much every walk he ever took in Boston, I’m guessing these streets are burned in his doggie brain.
Hmmm…wonder if food will help my memory? I’m certainly game to try.
Posted in Animals, Dogs, Family, Home, Humor, Life, Relationships, Travel
Tagged animals, Beacon Hill, Boston, Boston Common, dog, Dogs, dogs and memory, forgetfulness, Public Garden, Travel
I love this photo.
That’s my dog Rory… crashed out on the couch.
It was a particularly hot afternoon, and he was enjoying his regularly scheduled nap in the air conditioning.
But he’s doing it with such style….such abandon!
There is a dog who is really sleeping. And who doesn’t care who watches him doing it.
The Cheetos bag in the foreground? That’s mine. But I think it adds a certain something-something to the composition. (Felt like I needed to explain. Didn’t want everyone to think I was the worst dog owner on the planet…although Rory has had a Cheeto or two in his day, I’ll admit.)
The moral of this photo essay?
Choose to do something today, and do it with gusto. Live like nobody’s lookin’.
Live…like a Rory Dog.
Posted in Dogs, Humor, Life, Philosophy, Photography, Relationships, Summer
Tagged Cheetos, dog, dog napping, dog naps, Dogs, dogs and hot weather, gusto, Humor, life, live life like no one's looking, living with gusto, moral of the story, philosophy, photo composition, photo essay, Relationships, summer, summer weather
It was horrific enough that model Jasmine Fiore was brutally murdered, her teeth pulled, her fingers cut off at the knuckles. But then police identified her body by the serial numbers on her breast implants…and told the press, who told everyone else.
I know Jasmine and her family would prefer her alive today, but I’m personally glad she isn’t around to experience this further degradation. While I’m happy the police were able to identify her body, this unnecessary public humiliation is a gross violation of her person, living or dead.
She’s not some micro-chipped dog. Revealing these details of the investigation to the media treated Jasmine like less than one.