Today I went home and played with Piper at lunch. Since it was such a nice day, James and I took her outside to play in the yard for a while. For those of you who haven't been to my parents' house, they have 1/2 an acre. Not too big. But the side yard is pretty big. And it's the full 1/2 acre in length. Well, that's where we were playing with the pooch. She followed me down to the far end and James stayed at the other end. He called to her and she came running back toward him - just as fast as she could. But, because her legs are so tiny and her steps don't carry her very far - 'as fast as she could' still took her a full couple of minutes to cross the yard. It was like watching a slow motion clip from a movie where the underdog (no pun intended) is running and you are sitting, riveted, on the edge of your seat hoping and cheering them on. By the time she finally got to him, I was panting and out of breath for her. Watching her run is going to be my new work out - I get tired just thinking about it. That has to count for something, right?
A lot of friends have been talking about how much they hate Christmas creeping into (or completely taking over) November. So I started thinking about the issue - because apparently it's a big one and obviously something I should be thinking about, right? I think Thanksgiving suffers from severe middle-child syndrome. Halloween comes first and is a little bit crazy but well recognized, highly celebrated and ridiculously loved. Then there's Christmas, the ever impatient youngest child who can't wait their turn...ever. Plus Christmas is the 'favorite' child - it's loved, celebrated, commercialized, overpriced and way over represented. And Thanksgiving just sits back and gets run over by these two crazy holidays on either side of it. It never complains when people forget it or when international businesses schedule important meetings that day (ugh...speaking from experience on that). Thanksgiving doesn't mind giving the lime light to the other two. Why? Becaus
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