puppy love

holy cute puppy in the times. this is a puppy that makes me want to move to new hampshire and find a little house with a fireplace and a big back yard so the cute puppy can run around all day and then sit by the fireplace with her head on my lap while I listen to music or read poems or not poems or watch late night tv. but then, I've kind of always wanted that, so I guess the cute puppy just reminds me that I've kind of always wanted that.

which reminds me that on my way to the underwear store today that rolling stones song came on that said I can't always get what I want even if its a cute puppy and big oak trees and fireplaces but maybe I'll get something else that's even better because I need it or something.

hmmmm.

earlier this week I was hand washing tempermental sweaters and I left the laundry detergent on the floor next to the shower. every time I'd go into the bathroom I'd get annoyed with myself for not putting the detergent bottle back in the cleaning stuff closet. then tonight I went to wash my clothes and couldn't find the clothes-soap. I looked in the cleaning stuff closet and the kitchen cabinets before I found it on the bathroom floor where it had been all week.

what I got to wondering was how many things are like that. these things that bother the hell out of us sitting in the middle of our otherwise clean floor until we get so used to looking at them that they become completely assimilated into our expectation of what lies behind whatever door. in a way, this is comforting. that we are such adaptabled creatures. adaptable but lazy. lazy and oblivious. nevermind. it's not comforting at all.

cute puppy though.