Karma smack down

When I was a young monkey, I was the editor of my school newspaper. As editor, one of my duties was also to write a weekly column for the local town newspaper. For my first column, I sought guidance from our journalism instructor. She said "reflect the activities and attitudes of your peers." Which, apparently, I did just a little too well. Boy did I pay for that one. I later learned that my job was to write only happy, inconsequential things. Never get too heavy or truly reflect what my peers were thinking, feeling, and experiencing.

We never really outgrow our school days, do we?

My dog has issues with UPS. I don't know if it's the sound the trucks make or the brown uniforms or the fact they invade our front porch with such regularity. We always know when they are arriving before the doorbell because he sounds the alarm. Tonight, to revel in the tremendous change in the weather, we took him for a long walk. And we were stalked by UPS trucks the whole way. There was a truck on every block. For a time, we were actually followed by a truck who cleverly hid his stalking by stopping at random houses and leaving packages . . . but Chester knows it was all just to twerk him up.

Of course, it was great to see him wait until the truck was well past before he barked out his threats. We told him it was karma that he was now being stalked. He didn't seem to care because he's now barking and the UPS guy is at our door now.