Losing Stuff

Puppies are a lot of work.  We don’t have a dog though. I am referring to the puppy I am married to.  Playful, energetic, lovable…but somewhat clumsy and not completely trained.  In this week’s episode, the puppy was food shopping at Trader Joes.  Everything was loaded into the mini-van except for one thing…her purse.

Upon her arrival at the Dutter Estate, she recognized that her purse did not follow her home.  A quick call to TJ’s revealed that no one had turned in the purse yet.  We began cancelling credit cards and all the other things people do when they lose their wallet.  Unfortunately, the purse had her iPhone in it as well.  Or was it fortunately?  Collin is way more advanced than us old dogs when it comes to technology.  ”Did you log in to Mobile Me cuz you can track your phone via GPS that way?”

Uhhhh…..no.  Collin logs us in and the phone shows up on a map at Gelson’s Shopping Center.  In my mind, the perp is at Harry’s loading up on stiff drinks.  We try to call the phone but he does not answer.  The dot on the screen drives away.  Now he is at the laundromat on De la Vina.  I text him.  I know you are at the laundromat on De la Vina.  Return the purse now and we won’t press charges.  The dot starts to move north on the 101.  Ten minutes later there is a knock on the door.  The purse found it’s way home.  It was a Festivus miracle

Technology is great when you know how to use it…

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The boy asked a girl to go steady earlier this year.  I’m not really sure he understood what that meant but somehow they managed to stick together for 8 months.  I thought that was pretty impressive length of time in a young and foolish kind of way.  They survived summer vacations and cross country season and homecoming dances.  But this week it all came tumbling down.  It was a sad sight to watch them part ways (neither of them drives so we get to be chauffeurs for all the good stuff).  Teary-eyed and down-trodden, it was the first break-up.  I suspect there will be a few more heart-aches along the way before they find their final significant other.

As the ranking womanologist in the family, I felt obligated to check in afterwards and make sure all is well.  He tells me how they just drifted apart.  He thinks they can still be friends though.  I say, “Son, I would agree with you but then we would both be wrong…”

Well, maybe it will be difficult to be friends with this one.  The Wayback Machine usually can not work on relationships so the voyage from passionate back to platonic is littered with tombstones. Who knows though…maybe they’ll circle back around and be together some day.  The boy may be on to something.  I see a project.  Perhaps I can teach the boy how to be friends with girls.  In the meanwhile, I encourage playing the field.

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I have tried a couple runs.  Nothing too crazy.  As usual, the foot does not feel any worse.  It doesn’t feel any better, but it does not feel any worse either.  The healing process is continuing, albeit too slowly for an impatient runner.  My goal for the near future will be to not come back too quickly.  A couple days on, a few days off, a few days on the elliptical, keep on stretching, try to go slower.

The quest for the perfect shoe has begun.  I visited Sports Authority and SB Running and Outfooters but was too finicky too buy anything.  I joined RoadRunner Sports.  I can try the shoes for up to 3 months and if I don’t like them I can return them.  That’s an excellent program that my foot totally approves of.  Let’s see what Santa brings.

In the meanwhile, the temptation to amputate grows…

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I leave you with this…one of my favorite all-time videos.  I love that the camera man understands that you can not interfere with nature…you must let it happen and be a dispassionate observer.

Merry Christmas Readers!

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