clearbluecup

After several comments from friends and family about how much people have missed my blogging, (aw, thanks guys) I'm going to start writing again - it might just be a comment or two but I'll write something each week.

Today, I haven't much to say except that going to swimming lessons with a 2yr old is hard work. When I got back I lay down on the couch, exhausted, and watched a leaf in the magnolia tree dangle from a thread of spider's silk for what seemed like an eternity. It spiraled around, blowing from right to left and back again, all perfect and golden and timeless.

Sometimes I feel like if I had more time to spend alone I might just sit and look out the window for a long, long time.

Tom finally found my banner photo in the depths of my website files and I figured out how to put it in the right place today, so Yay! It feels more like clearbluecup here now.

Ok, here's something I just don't get. Why do people bother putting their dog's poop into a plastic bag if they're just going to leave it sitting on the ground or hanging from somebody's fencepost? Who do they think is going to take that little baggie of treats away? We went hiking on Mt. Seymour a few weeks ago and I saw at least half a dozen little baggies along the trail.

Can you imagine a dog poop fairy who comes along the mountain paths at night to collect all the nicely wrapped baggies hanging on branches and sitting on rocks? She would sure be a great convenience to all those urban folk who want to take their dogs walking in the mountains but can't be bothered to carry the poop to the nearest garbage, or at the very least leave it beneath a bush or rock so it will biodegrade.