I Have a Rule

Not to be confused with a dream, I simply have a rule. That rule is to stop at all lemonade stands. As I turned the corner coming home today there were three young ladies waving me down to purchase lemonade. The lemonade turned out to be kool-aid, of which I had my choice of flavors. Now, to clarify, my rule is that I stop and buy from the stands. There is no requirement to partake of the hot syrupy concoctions. The drink is dumped when I get around the corner.

I'm not certain how this rule came to be or why I feel the urge to stop and purchase drinks on the side of the road. Supporting young entrepreneurs is important. In all honesty I think this comes from a combination of sympathy from my own years of selling colorful, sugary drinks without a lot of luck, and the behaviorist need to reinforce positive summer activities. Whatever the reason, lemonade stand season is among us and I had better stock my care with some coins.

Easily Entertained

I am more than a little embarrassed to admit that I sometimes but shirts for my dog. It's just too much fun not to. Tonight I ended up at PetSmart looking through the dog clothes. I always have to check out what they have-I really don't know what's wrong with me. Most shirts are for princess dogs, and my Lucy is most definitely NOT a princess. Before I walked away without finding anything fitting I spotted it-a t-shirt in her best color, red, hanging among a sea of pink. On the back of the t-shirt written in large print is the phrase "I am definitely up to something". I'm certain that there are many children out there who could also wear this shirt as a warning to the world. Lucy is now sporting it-hopefully it will serve as a humorous reminder to me the next time I discover a chewed up pillow or remote.

The January Blahs

Spokane is not exactly the place to be in January, and this year is no different. We have already had record amounts of snow, flooding and unbelievably five snow days. However, the last week there has been a grey fog looming around depressing some of the most optimistic Spokanites. With the fog comes stale air. The sun burned through the fog for a moment this afternoon and I decided to go for a run. It could be completely psychological, but my lungs burn after breathing that nasty air. I think I will be sticking to the gym until better, warmer air moves in.

For interested parties, the young man who started college in September is now in his second quarter. He successfully completed one five credit class, and is now taking 15 credits like it is no big thing. I am impressed.