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happyTopic: "Raptor Rapture" (7)
Hourly, May 21st disappears around the small blue planet. With the exception of a volcanic eruption on Iceland, it does not appear as if the world will end with the arrival of 6 PM anywhere in this particular solar system. Perhaps that is the error which terminates this particular prediction, just maybe there is a planet out there, somewhere beyond Andromeda, that has just blown itself into microcosmic dust. It wil take minds like Mulder and Scully to document that the books of Joshua, Leviticus, or Revelations have ever predicted anything, or ever will. This eve, we know only that there is another 89-year-old kook out there with lots of excuses.
Mick, the Wonder Dog, has cancer. A telltale lump on his hip was diagnosed by needle biopsy to be malignant. He will be operated on come Monday, in the early morn. Frodo and Sam will be with him.
Fiona, while having her teeth cleaned, was noted to have an irregular lump in her throat. It was small, and it was removed. It, too, was malignant.
They both seem concerned, but about each other, and perhaps, about Frodo.
This day they followed Frodo as he diligently went about his tasks in the front section of the Shire. The curbs were trimmed. Weeds were pulled. Fallen tree limbs and other flotsam were assembled and discarded. Lawn was mowed. All the while, Frodo's Company took cover in the soft and cool dirt under bushes in the Shire, and all of the time, standing guard over their compatriot. Reassuring it is to know that one's back is under such watchful scrutiny. Sad it is to know that such days cannot last forever.
Recently Frodo said to one of life's longest friends that if there were no dogs in Heaven, then Frodo would choose not to go. Frodo's friend was shocked, and wielded a philosophied response that only those with souls enter Heaven. Frodo made a mental note to never again discuss issues like this with his friend, for it is obvious that cross words could enter the conversation at light speed, and that Frodo has no appetite to pick fights with anyone on matters of faith, even Osama bin Laden.
The world will truly come to an end someday, but it will end for Frodo and his companions far sooner. There just won't be any 89-year-old-fruitcakes out there directing traffic when such truly does occur. Nor will Sarah Palin ascend to the Presidency. Should such ever take place, change the title word from "Rapture" to "Rupture."
