Manic Monday Just in Time

There’s a grumpy old teddy bear I interact with a few days a week. I think I love him. He amuses me greatly. Admittedly, he brightens my day with constant complaints and deprecations of his formidable talents. He’s in his 70’s. He’s so cute.

Last Tuesday night Falon and I attended the taping of Tales of the South at the Starving Artist’s Cafe in North Little Rock. Wow. It’s a popular show and it is heard world-wide. We were treated to a reading by Lela Davidson about her experience in Vegas with Stripping 101. We’ve agreed we must go back. Dinner was great, the foccacia divine, the flan was so good I moaned, and a good time was had by all.

What have I learned today?

I learned that 13 school districts in Arkansas are likely to allow teachers and staff to carry guns in school for the next 2 years. The state regulatory board reversed its decision. However the attorney general maintains that it is not legal. Next I will probably learn that a student has been shot by one of those teachers or staff. I would pull my children out of those schools with nary a blink of the eye. I much prefer my kids uneducated and alive. What are we teaching our kids?

I learned that ‘tired’ and ‘sleepy’ are my middle names. Fighting both at my desk and losing the battle. Yup…and that’s after over-sleeping the alarm this morning by 30 minutes. I was so bad. In spite of it I made it to work on time. I think I may have turned over a new leaf. I’ve been late for everything since 18 ought 6. Well…not that long ago, but nearly. I’ve only been late once since April 15.

I’m on a roll.

It’s a friggin’ miracle.

Last week I was fortunate to try a local creamery ice cream, Loblolly Ice Cream flavor strawberry buttermilk. OMG. It’s a food orgasm. “Delicious” doesn’t come close to describing this cold, creamy, fruity, sweet confection of an ice cream. I’m dreaming that tomorrow I may get more. I could skip the four blocks to the market in sheer anticipation.

There appears to be a certain theme running through this gig. Yeah, it’s all about the donuts.

Griswold came to visit the day before ‘Tales’. I saw him leaving the neighbor’s yard headed toward my house. Griz is a golden doodle. He lives about half a mile from us. He’s is an escape artist extraordinaire. And he loves to visit. We’re not sure how or why he found us, but he did. He experienced a sleep-over a few weeks back.

Griz first showed up in the drive when Zach was home alone. Zach dutifully checked his collar and took him home.

A couple of days later, he showed up in the yard again. Bob thought Griz was the bomb. The owner wasn’t around so ‘the bomb’ hung out with us. He and the girls had a great time. Bob showed him the doggie door and Griz was happy. So were we. A Griz accident would not be pretty.

So Bob let him in and Griz spent the day with the girls again. We find it rather endearing that he never tries to leave our fence. Perhaps he’s just lonely being an only child. Bob called me. I wasn’t going to be home in time for Griz to be retrieved from his play date. It worked out that his pet-parent was available to pick him up before Bob left for work. That’s good.  Bob would keep him in a heartbeat.

This afternoon I got a text from Bob. He heard a loud knock at the side door on the porch off our bedroom. He got up, went to the door. Griswold had knocked to be let in. He stayed until retrieved by his owner again.

Damn dog knocks.