Monday, November 21, 2016

Loving a Band and Bonded by Love

The other day I was out walking with my dog, Hazel, and a few of my lovely walking buddies. I thought I saw an unused doggy doo bag in the grass. I stopped to check it out, but, alas, it was merely a discarded or lost headband. As I kept going, leaving the headband behind, one of my friends said something along the lines of, "Probably a nice headband." I was so wrapped up in my doggy doo bag disappointment I just kept walking. Well, that evening I found myself totally consumed with thoughts of that headband I'd passed by. Jeepers! I'd forgotten the joys of finders keepers.

Early the next morning one of my friends and I went walking and you'd better bet I snagged that headband.

And you know what? It is a nice headband! At least after I washed it it was.


But wait, there's more!
As I was walking to a friend's house tonight I noticed a number of discarded bottles and cans in the gutters and even a used doggy doo bag perched just at the edge of a storm drain. I shook my head (inside my head) in disbelief and kept on walking. When I was walking back home I had the loveliest vision. I had this sense of my ancestors having thought of me many, many years before I or my parents or their parents were even born. And I thought, by golly, that they loved me...just the mere imagining of me. Just as I already love my children's children (no rush, kids!) and their children and all the children to follow. And so I picked up those bottles and cans, and I picked up the doggy doo bag, and I thought of my ancestors and my descendants...and I smiled thinking of this never ending line of love.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

A Perfect Storm of Dorky Awesomeness

So I've been thinking about doing this blog for a while, I'm almost embarrassed to say. It's been the perfect storm of dorky awesomeness that's spurred it into fruition. You see, the thing is this. I'm a little bit obsessed with the things I find when I'm out walking my dog. And we walk A LOT! I figure we clock close to 20 miles a week on average. And on our walks I've had this mad, crazy habit of finding things. And by things I mean brand spankin' new doggy doo bags...and other cool stuff, too. I know. I know. Really? She's going to blog about this? The short answer is yes.

Here's the thing. For a long time now I've walked my dog, Hazel, and before her, Scout, and I've never, ever bought those doggy doo bags. Ever! I've actually managed to find them on our treks. When I said the perfect storm of dorky awesomeness, I have to show you my haul from just one week.




Four, Five, Six (all still stuck together)


And then I found this, the icing on the cake. An awesome new stamper that I can use with my students when we study winter.

I know, right?!?! Fabulous!

I'm just going to trust that you understand how amazing and wonderful all of this is. 

Signing off until my next fabulous discoveries....