I've rented a car in Las Vegas and have reserved a hotel in Twentynine Palms which

is just north of Joshua Tree. We'll drive from Las Vegas through Mojave National
Preserve and possibly do a short hike on our way down. Then spend all day on Monday
at Joshua Tree. We can decide the next morning if we want to do more in Joshua Tree
or Mojave before we head back.
She looked at her student wondering if she could ever get through. "You need to
learn to think for yourself," she wanted to tell him. "Your friends are holding you
back and bringing you down." But she didn't because she knew his friends were all
that he had and even if that meant a life of misery, he would never give them up.
There was nothing else to do. The deed had already been done and there was no going
back. It now had been become a question of how they were going to be able to get
out of this situation and escape.
The light was out on the front porch of the house. This was strange. Judy couldn't
remember a time when she had ever seen it out. She hopped out of her car and walked
to the door. It was slightly ajar and she knew this meant something terrible. She
gently pushed the door open and hall her fears were realized. "Surprise! Happy
Birthday!" everyone shouted.
Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied
enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their
daily life and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also
knew it wasn't going to be enough.
The robot clicked disapprovingly, gurgled briefly inside its cubical interior and
extruded a pony glass of brownish liquid. "Sir, you will undoubtedly end up in a
drunkard's grave, dead of hepatic cirrhosis," it informed me virtuously as it
returned my ID card. I glared as I pushed the glass across the table.
What if dogs were racist? Would they care about fur color….. “son, only play with
other tan dogs”? Or maybe it would depend on breed, “honey, only play with other
German Shepards, never poodles”. Better yet it could depend on occupation. “I’m a
sled dog while you’re only a running companion, leave me alone”. Maybe the
neighborhood they live in could be the way they choose which dogs to associate with
and which to shun? Size could be the determining factor, “see how tall that dog is,
they are probably dumb”. Luckily dogs don’t discriminate. Just watch at a dog park.
Big black and white dogs wag their tails and play with tiny tan dogs. A service dog
chases after the same ball as the off-duty police dog. So if dogs don’t
discriminate then why do we?
She patiently waited for his number to be called. She had no desire to be there,
but her mom had insisted that she go. She's resisted at first, but over time she
realized it was simply easier to appease her and go. Mom tended to be that way. She
would keep insisting until you wore down and did what she wanted. So, here she sat,
patiently waiting for her number to be called.
The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours before
and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was whether
or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had moved. The
answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the mailbox so
he would never have to see it again.
His parents continued to question him. He didn't know what to say to them since
they refused to believe the truth. He explained again and again, and they dismissed
his explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who
had been dead for five years, could have told him where the treasure had been
hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with laughter in the
chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.