Eric the Blue

Got back this morning from running some errands and discovered a dog biscuit sitting atop my mailbox. My mailman–though it’s a she–loves dogs, and always has a treat ready when our ways cross on walks. It’s to the point that the dog gets excited when he sees those postal service vans, and can hardly be restrained when she gets out. If it’s the wrong postal worker . . . ears go down, and it’s how I learned the vocalization for disappointment. The mailbox is just to the side of the picture window, and I imagined them happily contemplating each other from opposite sides.

Happened upon the below short film on the dads of Swifties yesterday. Cuts kinda close to the bone for me. I have to agree–on limited knowledge, only the words to some of the banger refrains that come through–with the guy who says TS “puts out a good message for girls.” For example,

Players gonna play, play, play, play
Haters gonna hate, hate, hate hate
I'm  just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake it off! Shake it off!

Reminds me that I’ve noticed how professionals in Elementary Ed often handle the tattle-tale problem: “It’s not that big a deal. You know what ‘resilient’ means? Be more resilient.” Anyway, so much wholesome good cheer that I don’t think I’ll be able to tolerate It’s A Wonderful Life tonight. (It’s on TCM at 9 Central.)