Albert T. Bear

@alberttbear.bsky.social

Sensitive bear in a dicey neighborhood. The lovely Meredith appears in the profile photo. She is so tolerant of my dumb humor.❤️ San Francisco

Due to circumstances beyond our control, the recycling and compost bins in our apartment complex have not been emptied in days. I want to post a photo, but my human says, “Absolutely not!” She says a picture of that could cause more nightmares than a Night Gallery rerun.

Grief is a fickle, miserable thing. It’s heavier when you’re constantly scared of being mocked when you say your sorrow is about your dog. That dog loved me more than most people I’ve ever known. I will struggle with her loss for a very long time.

My human is in a terrible mood tonight, after a very bad day which included “nearly getting splattered all over the sidewalk,” as she put it, by a bunch of stupid guys on bicycles. She’s using some rough language, but under the circumstances almost anyone would. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

My cow friends and I are going out for a dignified lunch. Then, maybe (okay, this is guaranteed) stop at an indie coffee house for tea and madeleines. To answer your question: Yes, the works of Marcel Proust will be discussed.

The cows and I are on our way out of the apartment for afternoon tea.🫖 I wish we had time to do this more often, but we’re all so busy. Wish us luck on not being photographed by tourists who find us endearing. The tourists are good people, but it becomes a nuisance.

My bookstore is unapologetically leftist. I work very hard to curate our inventory. We often get compliments from customers. We also, sometimes, get people who wander around for a bit with a look of abject disgust on their face before quietly leaving. This, too, feels like a compliment.

A few minutes ago, I was researching something on a reputable medical website, and found a word that was used in all seriousness: Farting. It’s reassuring to see that the medical establishment is finally growing up.