I’m on a road trip as I write this. Amazing that technology has come far enough that I can WiFi from the middle of sagebrush and cows, instantly. Our caravan of two cars is twenty miles apart—a virtual caravan—because we are talking on the phone, and texting, so that makes us practically just a few feet apart.
I can check my caravan partner’s 10-20 by GPS, Map Quest our route and beam it to her, and order a bag of squeaky cheese from the Cheese Factory and pick it up in Beaver on our way through. It’s a small, close world.
What’s next? Hopefully, virtual gas stations?
I began writing an anecdotal article for the Jordan Credit Union Good Cents publication in 1999. This is an archive of what was on my mind. Enjoy the random reading.
Dogs, Dogs, Dogs
I spent the weekend with CCI dogs. They aren’t regular dogs; they are Service Dogs from Canine Companions for Independence. Thirty-eight pups in training were headed to canine college and nine were placed with folks that need them. There were a few dozen more just there watching. The day was a caricature of happiness full of dogs larger than life, making lives larger. Dogs, dogs everywhere dogs. Black dogs, yellow dogs, little dogs and big dogs. Dogs that play and dogs that lay. Dogs that do whatever I say. Dogs with coats and coats that shine. Dogs everywhere that do not whine. There were dogs in training and dogs that are trained. Dogs that were licking and dogs in the rain. Dogs helping boys and picking up toys. Dogs pulling wheelchairs and dogs going upstairs. Dogs, dogs, dogs helping dogs everywhere!
It was marvelous.
It was marvelous.
Buckets
I’ve been contemplating buckets, and the things we put in them, and other uses for buckets. Lunch buckets – full of baloney which when eaten in cars can fall between bucket seats. Or rain in the Springtime that comes down in buckets which may require a bucket brigade to fill up a bucket full of sand to stop the flooding. Lunch buckets are just a drop in the bucket when it comes to listing the uses of and variety of, buckets.
At our house, we say, your bucket is empty, when you aren’t being nice. And there is a hole in your bucket, if you are only half nice. And the only way you can fill up your karma bucket is to spread love. That’s the first item on my bucket list – to spread buckets of love – before I kick the bucket.
At our house, we say, your bucket is empty, when you aren’t being nice. And there is a hole in your bucket, if you are only half nice. And the only way you can fill up your karma bucket is to spread love. That’s the first item on my bucket list – to spread buckets of love – before I kick the bucket.
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