
Brownie was nosing around the tree line and I glanced down and there was a purple plastic top hat. Interesting. Just what was happening in the woods?
A little of this and a little of that--what I see or feel or something that really strikes me. Or quite simply, a place to reflect.
It has been horribly hot lately. You'd think with all the rain we had a week ago that it wouldn't be so hot. Instead, that just added an extra mugginess to the humidity we normally have and you've got so hot that even your wrists (and the top of your hands) sweat when you step outside. We've had temperatures around 100 degrees (or over) for the past four or five days. I don't know how long this heat wave will be, but am now kind of wanting it to rain again to get some relief.
This is what Brownie and I do to cool off a little. She loves playing in the sprinkler (especially if someone is watching as she'll look over her shoulder to make sure you are still there). She likes the motion of it and how the water squirts out and she wants to "bite" it and she'll do it over and over. In the early summer, she'd be right out and up at the sprinkler, but with it being so hot now she'll just stand under the trampoline and let the water come to her! Every so often, she'll want her head wiped off with the towel and I'll towel her head off. We haven't been staying out to play too long and I almost just don't come out from under the umbrella on my patio table or the canopy of the porch swing. My internal temperature runs pretty hot, so too much of this type of heat is more than I can handle. I'd normally sit here and work on some crafts, but it is too hot to even do that outside. Paper and canvas don't hold up well under this kind of heat. I took 4 showers yesterday because I was so hot and sweaty. That was at least two too many, but it had to be done. Stay cool this summer, peeps!
On a side note, for those of you who notice I've mainly been posting during the week and not on the weekends, it is because Pooker has monopolized this computer during the weekends and I couldn't get on to post on my blog. Yes, he got me my own computer but I haven't got all the programs on it yet that this one has, hence my adobe photoshop is on this one and therefore any pictures that I want to post. So until I can get around and do that, postings on weekends may be pretty sparse.
I like it when we come across turtles in our path. Brownie gives 'em a good once over as well. This way, they are close enough to get really good pictures of.
I had a wistful fleeting wish for a good zoom as when we went over this little bridge this morning. There were turtles down below sunning themselves on the rocks that stick up above the water. There was a little tiny one on a rock by itself, then there were three turtles in a row on another rock nearby. The three in a row looked like the first one had crawled up the rock and was nosed from behind to go up a little higher, then the third one came behind the second and nosed him and he nosed the first and they crawled up a little higher to let the third one on the rock. Too cute.
We were having our usual walk this morning. Each morning, we can either head north or south. We chose north today and were walking down towards this little lookout point that we use to walk up and through and turn back towards the way we came. Brownie frequently stops and takes in all the smells. She stopped at what I call a point of interest (a little area, right off the path, that is bordered by rocks and flowers and may or may not contain benches and chairs although this one had chairs) and was sniffing around. I caught sight of something in the tall grass (the grass is getting pretty tall again due to all the rain) behind one of the chairs out of the corner of my eye and thought I'd better check it out. It turned out to be someone's debit card. There wasn't anything else in the grass around it, so my assumption was it must have fallen out of someone's pocket or purse when they stopped to rest. This is not one of those things that you can just ignore and leave because I sure wouldn't want my debit card falling into the wrong hands, so I picked it up. We went ahead and turned around there and headed back instead of going further. I decided I'd take it back to the bank that issued the debit card in the hopes they could get it back to Melissa or at least let her know they had it so she wouldn't have to worry (or cancel that one or order a new one).
I dropped Brownie off at home and went to run a few errands, plus stopping by the bank. I get to the bank and there is one teller and she is helping a guy in the business lane. I pull in and sit there and wait for her to have time so I could explain what I had found and where. She sees me sitting there and says, "Yes?" and I start to say "I found this debit card on my walk this morning..." and she interrupts and says "Huh?" I look at her and she isn't even looking at me, she is busy with her hands trying to finish up the guy at the window. I said, "I really need to talk to you" and she said, "I'm listening" in the same tone you'd say duh, but she still wasn't looking at me and wasn't hearing me. I told her, "Go ahead and finish up with him." She kind of huffed and rolled her eyes, but finished with him and then finally looked at me. Once again, I explained I had found a debit card while walking down by the trail, where I had found it, and that I hoped she could inform Melissa so she wouldn't have worry about it. She didn't say anything as I put the debit card into the round thing and poked the button to send it to her. As I was preparing to drive away she said "Thanks" in this tone of voice that was so insincere and I left wondering if Melissa would really get notified that her debit card was there or even if this teller would note it in her account that her debit card was turned in. I just don't know.
It's no wonder people don't go out of their way to try to help anyone else out anymore. It's not like I was wanting a pat on the back, but a teller that so obviously just didn't care leaves this good samaritan wondering if turning it in did any good at all. The only thing that makes me feel better is knowing it isn't out there falling into someone's hands who would drain her account, etc. But we all know what a hassle it is to close an account and open a new one and wait for a new card in the mail (usually takes over a week or two), so I really hope the teller is able to do something to notify her. I just don't know. I hope Melissa hasn't been a victim of foul play because my prints are now all over that card and I really don't want my good deed to turn into something else just because I tried to do the right thing. Hmmm, this is where my mind indeed has the writer's bent.....
I really love butterflies. I consider them my personal symbol of freedom and hope. I've seen so many beautiful ones this summer-orange, brown, yellow, blue, white, and lavender!! I'll continue to share the ones that pause long enough to get their picture taken, but.... I've had one land in the middle of my chest this week and sit there for a few seconds before flying away. I kind of needed it. Every once in a while (okay, daily), I need a reminder that God is with me and everything is in his hands (I am in his hands) and I just don't need to worry about anything. I can live free, like the butterfly.
This morning as we were getting out of our vehicle to start our walk, there was a gorgeous bald eagle flying in this big beautiful circle right over the spot where we start our walk. I just watched him and thought how majestic the eagle is. Then I was reminded of the verse that says they who wait up on the Lord will renew their strength, they will mount up with wings as eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint. I kind of needed that, too. Life sometimes has a little drama, or just daily living, that leaves one tired and in need of that kind of strength and renewal. I can count on one hand how many bald eagles I've seen and to have seen one this morning tells me that everything will be okay.
And here is the actual view of the river on the day I took the picture of the mushrooms. It is really nice to see the river full as much of the year it is sadly lacking. I think it is because there is a dam somewhere up the river and they only let out the overflow and if there isn't any overflow, then we have more like a stream than a river.
Incidentally, the city's mowing budget was available again starting July 1st and the park near our house got mowed on July 1st and the trail by the river got mowed on July 2nd. At least they didn't waste any time starting to mow again. I'd say no grass grew under their feet, but since they didn't plan well enough to be able to mow it the last two months of their fiscal year, I'd say they better have been out there soon after July 1st because they had the whole two months to think about it and plan for it.