HASTE MAKES WASTE!

You would think I would have learned that by now, at my advanced age? However, this old lady hasn't.

I spent Thursday with a Grade One class of THE most adorable children on this earth.  I was tired from lack of sleep, which is my same, one and only health issue, but I had "une journée MAGNIFIQUE!"  I had no duty at lunch time, so I was able to catnap on the couch in the classroom (Yes, some classrooms have a couch!) for a few minutes.

I knew I needed a short nap, because I almost passed out when I stood up, after having crouched down to the floor during math centred activities earlier in the morning. So FORGET about going to a Hot Yoga class with my friend and neighbour in late afternoon. Doing various yoga poses in a 40 degree Celsius studio, would be an invitation to keel right over SMACK in the middle of a downward dog, the way I was feeling.

I had to stay later at school, to make sure one little sweetie caught the later bus with the older students.  Already running late, I decided to run a few errands before going home.  Once home, I could walk Vimy,  then have the rest of the evening to rest and relax! HA!!

I made a withdrawal at the ATM machine at our local gas bar and dropped off a donation of a board game to the library.  It was only when I got home and was getting Vimy ready, that I realized I didn't have my DEBIT CARD.  We jumped in the car and dashed off to the gas bar.  It has been SO long since I forgot my debit card in a machine, that I also forgot that the machine EATS your card if you don't remove it PDQ! Off I dashed to my bank, thankfully only two minutes away, and because I was able to rattle off my number by heart, got a replacement card in two minutes.  I have had that card since the days where you had to input your number every time you logged into to your bank account. Sometimes it pays you in TIME, to be old!!

Speaking of time, the sun is getting ready to set and I have to take Vimy for a walk during daylight.  To save time, I don't put his Muttluks on him. Doing that takes longer than dressing a toddler in his/her snowsuit!  I figure my favourite walking trail is beaten down enough, and he should be fine.  I also don't put him on his leash, because there isn't a soul around.

Vimy is in his glory! After having been at home alone for almost eight hours, he is ready to take off. Which he does, and promptly finds something really good to eat somewhere off the path, and far enough ahead of me, that I can't stop him from having a wonderful snack on whatever.

WELL... after walking for fifteen minutes, we turn around. ALL I really need is to get in, is thirty minutes of physical activity and my 12K steps will be done for today.  WELL... it took us double that time to get back to the car.  Vimy kept stopping to gag, but nothing would come up.  I got tired of stopping every two minutes, so I took off my mitts and shoved my hand down his "GUEULE" a few times. Eventually, something came up and he stopped gagging.  Meanwhile, his paws had started to ice up, poor thing.  I am NOT above shoving MY hand in his mouth, but NOT his paw in MY mouth!  So off came my mitts, and I held his paws, at various times, to melt the ice clumped there so that we could continue on our merry way.  Mind you, my dog drool covered hands are now FROZEN!

 We do finally make it back to the car, the sun setting in our backs, and a quasi full moon risen above us. Blogging and laughing about life's little ups and downs is MY  way of  letting go.

La vie est toujours belle.

I hope your Christmas is full of  SLOW, precious moments resplendent with love, tenderness, kindness and acceptance.

Que vos Fêtes soient comblées de moments saupaudrés doucement d'amour, de tendresse, de gentillesse et d'accueil. 

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