This will be the summer I wrangle up an animal and eat it. It's happening. I'm getting my fishing permit on opening day. I will go full gollum lordoftherings on the sweet meat of the river.
his reaction. his immediate reaction. is to PANIC. he is launching himself off that chair. like showing concern is one thing but the guy is ready to GO. literally a second ago he was barely even awake but he takes one look at her and goes from 0-100 in 0.2 seconds because someone hurt her. and the fact that tess knows exactly how he's going to react and knows exactly what to say to calm him down is just- i-
Oh my god there’s so much to unpack here. There’s so much I have to go back and look over. Like the notes. Wow this was phenomenal. So many more questions?!?
Wow this really made the story feel even more tragic. It feels so real.
The interactions here really make you feel how real they are
Also now the question is who is bon? and where is Jack? If he isn’t bon then something happened to him (I mean could theoretically be Jack still but I highly doubt it)
Wow I just can’t express how much I enjoyed this. Terrifying as usual I can already feel my dreams being haunted
Also still wild to me to think of my writing having *fans*. I didn't feel right thinking of myself as a writer till this year. You all really are delightful.
This morning we took four dogs to the Minnehaha dog park. Three of them swam in the Mississippi River, then ran through lots of sand. Oliver is too dignified to get dirty like that. He took one sip of the very clear water and declared that to be enough for him.
Much of the sand on the other three dogs later got washed down my bathtub drain. They were so dirty that when we got home I put them outside, then took one at a time upstairs to get bathed. Oliver was the only one who wanted a bath. He didn't need one.
Minneapolis off-leash parks require permits. For years we duly purchased a permit for each dog. I affixed the metal tags to the collars. I even kept the paper permit with me because it said dog owners may need to show that paper permit.
Only once in about 10 years have we ever see a park patrol agent checking permits. Being a rule follower finally paid off! No ticket for me. The agent barely looked at my dogs' permits. Maybe a ticket would have been less expensive than the cost of all those annual permits, I wondered.
Someone that day didn't have a permit. The agent didn't write a ticket; instead she lazily told the guy to just put his dog on a leash.
And that is when I decided I had purchased my final Minneapolis off-leash permit.