Versatility

When we were in Sea World during Christmas of 2009, to say that Shamu splashed us pretty good would have been an understatement. Because Ryleigh's pants got so wet, they refused to stay up. To keep her pants on, I took my jute belt off and put it on her, only after wrapping it around her about 6 times. Yesterday morning Ryleigh apparently found Dinky's collar laying in the bay window and put it on. It was a perfect fit. I couldn't believe that her 5-year old waist was the exact size of my dog's neck, which has actually gotten a little smaller over the years as he ascends the dog-year ladder. I guess we know where to find her belts from now on, Pet Smart.




I was randomly thinking the other day that water has to be the most powerful “thing” in the entire world. It has the power to clean but it's also the destroyer of many things it comes in contact with, fire, paper, electronics, people, and the ladder also makes it fatal all the while a life source for underwater animals and fish. It is relaxation therapy with the sound of its crashing waves topping the chart of every sound machine available on the market and its soothing abilities as a hot bath releasing tension from achy muscles or the stress of a hard day at work or an icy blast of relief in a pool on a dog-day of summer. Water, in moderation, plays God on many levels for the necessary role it plays for plants to grow and for humans to survive. Water is rain, that which falls outside and also inside ones soul.


The hubs asked me what I wanted for Valentines Day and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing a little. He is notorious for asking about things in advance, my favorite albeit pet peeve is when he asks me what I want for dinner while or right after I have just finished breakfast. My answer usually goes something like this, “Well, I don’t know, can I eat/digest my first meal of today before thinking about my last?” I almost wanted to answer in the same manner about how I’d like to recover from Christmas before thinking about the next giving holiday, but instead I came up with something I think we both desperately need far more than sarcasm, a weekend away together. While I haven’t read of any such known power, I am hoping that the Shenandoah Valley is able to offer us, along with amazing photo opportunities, equestrian entertainment, and the quaint Olde Town colonial shopping experience of the cobble-stoned Friendship Circle, some much-needed healing and renewal.