Elise Sereni Patkotak

Today is primiary day and we actually have choices in this election with some credible people running. So go vote and make sure the assholes don’t win again.

I’ve been sitting here e-mailing with my friend Sherie about our trip to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary and I realized that even though I have traveled to every continent in this world except for Antarctica, and visited every exotic place I could reach by land, sea, air or legs, Best Friends is still one of the greatest highlights of my life.  Anyone who loves animals, or believes in the idea of gentleness and kindness as an antidote to hate and violence, should treat themselves to at least one trip to this place. It will heal your soul in ways you

It is now official. My dog has announced he will never go outside again because of the rain. He is totally unamused by it and finds the carpet of the guest bedroom (yes, Judy, YOUR bedroom when you visit) much warmer and drier for meeting nature’s call.  I can’t say I blame him.

So Bird TLC is having a Bye Bye Birdie event on September 23 to say farewell to our migratory birds as they head out for warmer winter climes. My question is why the hell they are still here considering the crappy summer we’ve had. They should have gone someplace with a warmer summer. Now that would have been smart.

Well, there goes my social life. Mr. Whitekeys is shutting down the Fly By Night Club and now Kate and I will have to find another sleazy bar to hang out in every four months or so while she takes a break from family and I take a break from the birds.  Tell me it isn’t so!

Every time I think that my dog is finally so old he’s going to bite the dust, he comes roaring back.  The weather turned colder this week here and he perked up like someone on speed.  I guess he will always be an Arctic dog who loves the cold and hates the heat. When the sun is out, he walks slowly and reluctantly and I think his time has come. Then it gets cold, starts to rain and the wind blows and he walks like a six year old, not a sixteen and a half year old.  Go figure!

The world is divided into people who belong to Monty Python and the Holy Grail and people who will never understand the laughter engendered by the words, “It’s just a flesh wound”. I think god I belong to Monty’s world.  It makes so much more sense than the one I live it. Run away.  Run away!

A Prairie Home Companion IS, in fact, in my annoyance hall of fame.  But I refuse to believe I’m the only one who wants to scream when I hear that show.