Day 364 of 365 - The Count Down is On - S#%T Happens
Today we are looking after the little dog who belongs to our son's girlfriend. When I took her out this morning to do her business, I noticed someone else had not picked up after their dog. Generally, people here are pretty good about it. I didn't have enough bags with me to take care of it this morning and hoped nobody would step in it before the next time I came out.
This afternoon I took her out again. On our way back in, I stopped to clean up the mess I had noticed this morning. It must have been from last night and due to rain from yesterday turned out to be a messy cleanup. I was carefully pulling up grass around it to contain it, not paying enough attention to the bag. Suddenly it was oozing onto my fingers! Yuck!
I'm holding a dog on a leash with one hand. Thankfully, she is tiny. With my other hand I'm trying to deal with the mess and tie up the bag. So much for being a good citizen! Though disgusting, I managed to seal the bag. Then I had to get back into the building without touching poop fingers on anything.
Fortunately some others moving toward the entrance were willing to help me by opening the doors and dealing with the elevator. Once on my floor I had to do some one handed maneuvers to dispose of the bags in the garbage chute, manage the dog and unlock my apartment.
If you have followed me, you are aware that I'm sort of a clean freak, so this had totally grossed me out. I've washed my hands several times and cleaned my nails with a nail file dipped in alcohol. I'm still sniffing my fingers for potential residue.
Okay, now that I've had that cathartic venting experience, I'll take some deep breaths and find some context for tying it in to the wrap up of this blog.
So, the poop mess is kind of a metaphor for other times I have decided to solve some problem or other, thinking it will be a simple fix. In my enthusiasm, and without attending well enough to details, I end up making it worse than it was. It's also a good example of my tendency to do things on my own and avoid asking for help until I've made a bigger mess.
On this blogging journey, for some posts I got carried away, spending hours researching, summarizing and writing, for something which was only meant to take a few minutes to read. Though I may have enjoyed that process for my own sake, it was not sustainable on a regular basis or, not necessarily a topic in which many were interested. That was good learning for me.
I did seek some guidance in the form of blog writing suggestions shared online, and advice from a story telling book that I have on my kindle. Ultimately, in the last few months, I've kept my writing briefer and not worried so much about writing a comprehensive essay. There have been a couple of times in the year that I just could not come up with anything to say, or had to postpone writing until the next day. Probably nobody even noticed.
In the context of my ongoing search for health and vitality, what I come across is not always as helpful as I hoped it would be for my own situation. It's an ongoing experiment and sometimes s#%t happens. That's life. We just clean it up the best we can and move on to the next thing. :)
This afternoon I took her out again. On our way back in, I stopped to clean up the mess I had noticed this morning. It must have been from last night and due to rain from yesterday turned out to be a messy cleanup. I was carefully pulling up grass around it to contain it, not paying enough attention to the bag. Suddenly it was oozing onto my fingers! Yuck!
I'm holding a dog on a leash with one hand. Thankfully, she is tiny. With my other hand I'm trying to deal with the mess and tie up the bag. So much for being a good citizen! Though disgusting, I managed to seal the bag. Then I had to get back into the building without touching poop fingers on anything.
Fortunately some others moving toward the entrance were willing to help me by opening the doors and dealing with the elevator. Once on my floor I had to do some one handed maneuvers to dispose of the bags in the garbage chute, manage the dog and unlock my apartment.
If you have followed me, you are aware that I'm sort of a clean freak, so this had totally grossed me out. I've washed my hands several times and cleaned my nails with a nail file dipped in alcohol. I'm still sniffing my fingers for potential residue.
Okay, now that I've had that cathartic venting experience, I'll take some deep breaths and find some context for tying it in to the wrap up of this blog.
So, the poop mess is kind of a metaphor for other times I have decided to solve some problem or other, thinking it will be a simple fix. In my enthusiasm, and without attending well enough to details, I end up making it worse than it was. It's also a good example of my tendency to do things on my own and avoid asking for help until I've made a bigger mess.
On this blogging journey, for some posts I got carried away, spending hours researching, summarizing and writing, for something which was only meant to take a few minutes to read. Though I may have enjoyed that process for my own sake, it was not sustainable on a regular basis or, not necessarily a topic in which many were interested. That was good learning for me.
I did seek some guidance in the form of blog writing suggestions shared online, and advice from a story telling book that I have on my kindle. Ultimately, in the last few months, I've kept my writing briefer and not worried so much about writing a comprehensive essay. There have been a couple of times in the year that I just could not come up with anything to say, or had to postpone writing until the next day. Probably nobody even noticed.
In the context of my ongoing search for health and vitality, what I come across is not always as helpful as I hoped it would be for my own situation. It's an ongoing experiment and sometimes s#%t happens. That's life. We just clean it up the best we can and move on to the next thing. :)
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