We went to the first game of the season last night. I feel so fortunate to have UConn sports in my life. It connects me to my wife, family and so many friends. The communal feeling of being a fan is so valuable to me. I treasure moments, like being in an airport wearing some gear and a stranger says, “Go Huskies!”
I ordered 50 more for a new push to get it into stores and distribute at events. It has been selling steadily and I want to see if I can push it to the next level.
I was fascinated to see this hydrant before it was installed.
I have never thought about what was under the ground. Never pondered how it worked, the way it connected to water, the depth of what was hidden.
I didn’t realize I was curious about all of this before all the answers were right in front of me. It just reminded me that almost everything is fascinating, even if only in small ways.
This was an hour ago. I was alerted by Anna barking. He stood their calmly, not placid, eyeing Anna with concern but not fright.
He stood still as I took pictures, took the time just to look at him. The intelligence in his eyes reminded me of wisdom, an idea supported by the white shading his brown coat.
My Story 1: “The Missing Antler” He lost the antler but won the fight.
My Feelings: Blessed. Fortunate. Aligned. Humbled.
My Story 2: “Grey Mein” Age withers but does not defeat.
My Fantasy: Spirit of an old god. Patron of flight and fight. Master of camouflage.
My Feelings 2: Fear that if I step out of line this kind of thing won’t happen to me anymore.
My Belief: Be an animal.
I called him “Old Friend” maybe 6 times. The last was when he finally ran. I said it and he stopped and looked back at me. I said “Goodbye, Old Friend.”
I started noticing these painted stones on hikes during the pandemic. The messages were always encouraging, sometimes heartwarming, sometimes funny. I loved the sense I got of the person behind them: empathic, positive, artistic and creative.
Though it is only a painted stone, for a moment I felt connected to someone else, a person who wished me well, just as I did them. This is an important feeling to have, and these stones genuinely helped me on my way.
I’m happy someone is still painting them. We still need these messages of hope and solace.
Dear Ask Boz,
Chicken, egg, or other options?
Glen
The answer to “other options”? The Egg and Chicken sandwich.
See, God had just created the Earth, and saw that it was good. He called down the angels and gave them physical form, so they could enjoy it before He made more stuff. But it turns out that anything with a body gets hungry, so God had to feed them. That’s when He made plants, but they got super-tired of roots and tubers pretty quick. And they’re allergic to nuts.
You know how angels can complain, and God figured “I’ll just skip to making animals.” But then He’d have to slaughter them, and process them, and cook them, and He had other things to do, you know? So He just went ahead and made them chicken and egg sandwiches.
The angels LOVED them. But they have huge appetites. So, He was spending all his time making sandwiches.
Realizing this wasn’t sustainable, He returned the angels to their spiritual forms. Then, on the sixth day when He created animals, He created them pregnant. See, He didn’t want the first thing Adam and Eve saw to be a bunch of animals carrying on with each other. He wanted to keep them innocent. We all know how that worked out, but anyways.
So, the answer to “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” is BOTH.
Yours,
Boz
Short one today because this teacher is overwhelmed. It took me a while to realize this, but kids are really motivated by stickers as a reward for their work. You can purchase a pretty cheap pack on Amazon that the kids really love. And yes, non-teachers, we really do spend a lot of our own money on supplies, even if we live in a reasonable wealthy town.
Mark Bozeman 