Play in the puddles…

When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles

Pooh Bear

Tap, Tap, Tap

Goes the child against the door

Drip, Drip, Drip

Raindrops roll from coat to floor

Wag, Wag, Wag

Tail of the eager dog

Great, big, sigh

This is going to be a slog

Please, please, please 

Says the one who can barely talk,

Even in this weather?

Looks like we’re going for a walk

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

Goes the Invasive wind

Splash, splash, splash 

The child and dog grin

Thud, thud, thud

Throbs my beating heart

Smile, smile, smile

Happiness is an art. 

When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles.

Regardless of the weather and whether you’ve been home all day or just walked in, a walk is always welcome in our house, especially a walk with puddles. My little guy and the four-legged old lady both conquered the puppy dog eyes long ago. They have no regard for an imposition the wet walk may cause. However, often those two know better and after we’re home dried and snuggled back under a blanket, I too must succumb to the notion that the walk was a good idea.


Originally written in response to

WQW – Rain

FOWC – Imposition

Dream Road Trip?

For Bloganuary #2 it asks – What is a road trip you would love to take?

I would like to do the North Coast 500 in Scotland. I have visited Inverness a few years ago but I took unwell so the trip was cut short. In these Covid times, I think keeping travel closer to home is probably still advisable for the near future.

I love to travel and to be honest, I am never too bothered by the destination.

I have stayed in a beautiful boutique hotel with a stunning rooftop terrace where you could sip cocktails whilst admiring the Parthenon. I have stayed in a rather dodgy hotel in Malta which absolutely stank of smoke and in which I spent a good hour disinfecting the room from top to bottom as it just didn’t feel clean. I’ve spent a freezing cold winter weekend in Scotland in a Caravan with the wind blowing through the closed windows (it seemed a good idea at the time of booking).

I could go on, but you probably get the gist. The thing is, I have loved all of those trips. They all have fantastic memories for me and the bits that went a bit wrong, well, they tend to make funny stories to tell friends. I am just happy with any opportunity to go somewhere I haven’t been before or to see something I haven’t seen before.

Medicine is today’s FOWC. I was trying to figure out how to tie that in with travel when I came across this quote:

Reportedly, women who vacation twice a year are substantially less likely to suffer a heart attack than women who travel only once every few years. Men who skip an annual vacation are at a 20% higher risk of death overall, and that jumps to a 30% higher chance of dying from heart disease.
Another, long-term study revealed that women in their middle years who travel more have less likelihood of having heart problems 20 years later, and the same study found travel also helped with blood pressure.

https://www.sanditz.com/blog/6-reasons-why-travel-is-the-best-medicine

Not sure of the sources of these studies, but if it means we can justify more trips, I am happy with that. What would be your dream trip? Road or otherwise?

KL

Sharing beautiful hellos

This is such a beautiful quote, I had to share it.

Suzy Kassem Quote

For visually challenged readers, the quote reads:

“Each time a person passes by you and you say ‘hello’, imagine that person turning into a candle. The more positivity, love and light you reflect, the more light is mirrored your way. Sharing beautiful hellos is the quickest way to earn spiritual brownie points. You should start seeing hellos as small declarations of faith. Every time you say hello to a stranger, your heart acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.”

Suzy Kassem

Such a touching idea isn’t it? I was always taught to say hello, please and thank you. Especially to neighbours, shopkeepers, bus drivers etc, etc. A little kindness and politeness go a long way. Now that I have my own little one, I am trying to pass that message along. Just last week at a visit to the baker, he rather shyly perused the tempting selection before picking out a gingerbread man as his treat. His big blue eyes watched carefully as the biscuit was tucked carefully into the bag and handed to him. He turned and made his way to the door whilst I was paying, regularly at this point I would say to him, something along the lines of say thank you to the lady but whilst I was sorting my purse, completely unprompted we heard this tiny voice which echoed around the shop:

“Thank you, Lady”.

I think there was a collective awww around the shop from both the girls behind the counter and the queue which had formed behind us. The girl who had served us then told me that little gesture had made her day.

Have you had any hello’s, please or thank you’s lately that have made yours or someone else’s day that little bit brighter?


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Take Care.
KL