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The Disappearing of Kristal Forest

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 Kristal Portrait     Kristal Lorraine Forest, formerly  of Ithaca , was living  with her two  Calcutta street-dogs  in  Campo Verde,  Arizona,  when she decided that if she  moved to  Mexico,  she   could get by  on her  Social Security payments alone.    
   Kristal had picked up and moved plenty of times all alone before, but this time  she hired a local homeless man to help her  through the move.
   After everything had been  packed  away,  the landlord   inspected the apartment, and  handed Kristal  a wad of bills for the deposit refund,  Then she  drove off  with her helper and the two dogs.....in the Red Nissan SUV pulling  a UHaul trailer.
       When Kristal's family in California  hadn't  heard from her for three months and there had been no activity on her bank account, they reported her as a missing person.   Look here:  http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/

 

Cameo's Castle

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  cameomatt"Cameo White " was just her movie name.
And although she grew into the name completely, she never  veryoldwoman
actually made a movie. 

She was born "Camille Brown" to a mother (also named Camille) who seems to have become only the husk of herself afterward; there is very little mention of her anywhere. Meanwhile, Camille/Cameo became her father's pet, and mostly his master.
  Her father, Elsworth Brown, was a Cornell Engineering graduate who became a Morse Chain design-chief. He bought several properties in Cornell Heights, and after the death of Oliver Fast, when the title to Bridge House came into question, Brown managed to get possession by paying taxes on it before the lingering matter of legal title could be completely settled.  It was to be Camille's castle.

Read all about it :   http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/

 

Last Updated on Friday, 19 February 2010 00:31
 

Dog's Plot: Gee's Calling

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    I'd known before William did, that when Gee went off to assist at the Pet Funeral and whatever.... she wouldn't be coming back.


I knew because she told me herself.....or to be precise: she told Olive. Gee and I had hardly ever talked directly.

The evening before she left, I was right here in this chair, keyboard in my lap, with my feet up on the footstool and Olive setting beside them , grooming her feathers.


It was already November and I thought I had shut the sliding door to the deck.
Then Gee stepped in.... as if through the glass. And barefooted too:

                                                                     http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/

 

William Leaving

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  match heartBy Davey Weathercock

    Brother William's hormonal heat for my high school girlfriend Carmella lasted even longer than my own, but he never got beyond his doggy attempts to hump her leg on the sly during the year Carmy and the Cheer Leaders adopted him as a mascot.

Gee was his first human lover and he was a little more advanced with her, but he had still been primitive enough  , that......... after a few months of fireworks on the Roof of Goldwin Smith Hall, and nymphing though the gorges from Bridge House to Brooktondale......he had been able to walk off without notice or goodbye.

His cool stiff-arm, enabled him to make occasional use of women who imagined they could keep him as a pet, a curiosity, or a cause. But just about always, either he or the woman.... one of them would actually fall in whatdoyoucallit with the other, and would   run out in flames or wake up in ashes.

  Read on:   http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/
                    

Last Updated on Thursday, 18 February 2010 17:53
 

Davey Weathercock's Green Roof Revolution

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As on this remote slope in tiny town, most of our midlife houses have standard asphalt shingles, cupped , humped, and cracked by sun and rain.

Lichens and moss have found a moist home and scattered fairy ranges of tundra have evolved.


      Field flowers followed in the usual order , and then woody plants like these black raspbery brambles.


       Next on this roof came Honeysuckle. This one appears to be of the foreign invasive variety, but take it from Davey, if you uprooted it or one of the sapling cottonwoods (which actually may be adding some structural support to the entire system} THEN you and the chimney and all would likely fall into the everlasting darkness.


Here and now, in this rapidly aging world, we have to deal with things as they are, and immediately take care of the obvious chimney problem.

 

     See how our Davey Weathercock deals with this roof cirsis:

http://dogs-plot.blogspot.com/2010/01/davey-weathercocks-green-revolution.html

 

Last Updated on Thursday, 18 February 2010 18:39
 


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  • The Dissappearing Plums




       For several years now I have been cultivating a pair of wild Plum trees growing  in the hedgerow.  I   also planted several planted several cultivated  Plum Trees six or ten years ago, each of which has contracted the Black Knot disease and died down to the natve, ungraftred stock which, like the wild Plums, is resistant to the Black knot.  Several of these trees have come back strong from the roots so I have planted a couple more Plums  grafted on Black Knot resistant root stock, from which I will  someday  cut scions to graft onto the old stock, and onto the Wiuld Plums.  Meanwhile, the wild Plums I have bneen cultivating have flowered and born fruit, and recently I returned to them wanting to try  the fruit and they were all gone.  Stolen maybe by  the desperate poor, the Arab State, Possums, or Racoons.  But I don't know why the Coons or Possums would do that .... we feed them so well otherwise. We'll get by.

     

  • Flower Bud Bust
    That warm spell in February tricked out most of my Pear blossom buds just enough that they burst into powder if you flick them now, some are more resilient, some have already  flowered .... maybe a tenth of my hundred or so due producers, but more then last year, which was a climate fluctuation disaster.
  •      There are few native American Fruit trees .... not Apples, not Pears, or Peaches or Sweet Cheries, but the North American Plum is one and we here are at one of the fingers of it's northern extent.  Maybe the Cayuga had them in their orchards along with the Pears and Apples and Peaches and so on introduced to them by the early Jesuit missionaries, but here are a couple thriving here on ?Dog's Plot through no intervention of our own and, since one can graft cultivated Plum types onto it, we will be doing that.

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