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48 Hours Crammed into a few Paragraphs

I went down to the Cape on Saturday in the midst of what felt like a hurricane. Bands of rain came ripping through with consistent heavy winds (in the 50 MPH range). This pretty much lasted the entire weekend (and the drizzle/dampness continues to this very minute). There are tree limbs down everywhere, but I have to say that the howling winds helped lull me to sleep at night.

Dusty was a perfect angel all weekend long – laying on my lap, not going to the bathroom in my parents house, sleeping peacefully throughout the night (but this changed today….keep reading).

I brought my parents to the Silver Lounge in Falmouth (their choice) for Mother’s Day dinner. We spent much of the rest of the weekend playing cards. Although, I did set aside some time to watch Popularity Contest on CMT! In fact, I finally got to see what Deb looks like (the woman I’ve been emailing with and who has been commenting on my blog). If I was paying attention, it appears that she was the host to Ali (the Seattle cheerleader). She must be good luck because Ali was the most popular conetestant for this week! The previews indicate some scandal is expected for the next episode…I can’t wait!

This morning, I dropped my parents off in Falll River – where their bus will take them to Atlantic City (please don’t ask why they didn’t fly..I still don’t understand). Since I was up at 4:45 AM anyway and had to drive off-Cape to Fall River, I stupidly decided not to waste additional vacation days and went into work for a half day. Throughout the car ride Dusty was a perfect angel. She slept on my lap the entire time. I couldn’t have been happier.

But the second I got her to my office, she turned into the spawn of Satan. I swear, she started running around in circles, barking, jumping, tangling herslelf in the computer wires under my desk. I took her outside to try and exhaust her…but all that seemed to do was to make her damp in addition to hyper (it’s still sopping wet on the ground).

So as I type this entry, I’ve got a drenched devil dog whining at my feet. I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it a half day with her. In fact, I’ll pay somebody to take her off my hands!


  1. Comment by David on May 9, 2005 12:14 pm

    Karl, Karl, Karl.
    I’ll trade my sister for your dog!

  2. Comment by Will on May 9, 2005 4:31 pm

    I’ll be glad to take Dusty, Karl. I have the lovliest little cat who’ll knock her into shape in no time! 🙂

  3. Comment by matt on May 10, 2005 3:14 am

    i miss dusty. makes me sad to read about her. be sweet to my baby

  4. Comment by deb on May 10, 2005 11:47 am

    Karl…look at you…becoming such an avid watcher of Pop. Contest…can’t give away any “top secret” plots…but I MAY BE the one crying this week. I am enjoying your blogs..and they are inspiring me in my own writing. Have some fun today…laugh a lot. Deb

  5. Comment by Karl on May 12, 2005 11:19 pm

    Thanks, Deb! Oh, and Rory commented on my blog a few days ago! Pretty soon, all of Vega will be reading it. I may need to visit afterall!

  6. Comment by deb on May 13, 2005 12:11 am

    Karl…keep it up and you just might be Vega’s next MOST POPULAR…as they say on the Price is Right…Karl…”Come ON DOWN.” Smiles to ya, ds

  7. Comment by karyn on May 13, 2005 2:19 pm

    what is it with you and your evil canine following? Terry the evil and foul smelling (and pink), now Dusty the incontinent and ill tempered! It was so good to see you. xxoo K

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