Happy day, darlings! Ok, it’s weird that I just started out this post like that, because I have some unfortunate news, my friends. It seems… well it seems it’s happened again.
Remember that time when I told you about that couple fighting outside at around 3am, right under our window, and how it kept the neighborhood up? Well, 21 Break-up Street struck again. For what is now the second time, a man and a woman collided verbally ‘neath our window sill last night and commenced break-up-fighting of the *slapping hands together in opponents face* and *screaming angrily without listening to the other party* variety. It was a wretched night, indeed, for that couple. Not for us, of course, because we taught Bambo to “speak!” Aka softly bark; he doesn’t bark much at all so we’re actually TRYING to get him to talk, feels like such a weird thing to be doing with a dog. Anyway, I’d tell you the ins and the outs of their argument, but a truck that read “JUST BAGELS” on the side went by while I was trying to listen in and it made me *need* a bagel. Like, get up and get a bagel and eat it right away, jonesing kind of need. Crack-addict-esque need. Marketing is brilliant/the devil.
Anywho, whilst eating my bagel, which was delicious by the way, I thought about what I wanted to write for you guys, and all other plans got blown out the window. This post simply *had* to take precedence, no matter what. Half because of that unfortunate couple’s street altercation – which I believe, sadly, was over another woman if I heard correctly (I was drying off in the shower, the window was open to let in cool air, you seriously can’t blame me for listening in a bit, a’ight?) – and half because of something Honey showed me last night after dinner.
This is the beauty part of the story.
Honey asked me if I had five minutes to look at something. Now… whenever someone asks me if I have five minutes, I immediately go into cardiac arrest of the are-you-kidding-me-five-whole-minutes?!?! persuasion. I’m not a twiddling my thumbs kind of person with time to spare, as far as I’m concerned. Which of course is ridiculous, if you think about it, because we all have at least five minutes here and there, no matter how busy we are. (It’s so easy to forget how important it is to make time for the ones we love.) Anyway, realizing this, I calmed my irrational self and, freaking APPROPRIATELY, said yup, I do. I, of course, have five minutes, for you, Honey. Well I didn’t say it cheesily like I just wrote it – that was more my inner dialogue – whatever you understand.
… And what he did changed my night entirely.
He asked me if I knew of a site called StoryCorps. I said I hadn’t. He described the mission of the site, and then brought up a certain video that was especially touching to him; one a coworker had shared with him while they were talking on Tuesday afternoon. Here is that video. And you know I don’t often post videos, so this is kind of a biggie. So, if you have five minutes, I hope that you’ll sit down with a drink or a snack or just your listening hat on, and watch with me.
And, if you’d like to share, I’d love to hear your thoughts when you’re through.
By the way, people ask me sometimes how I’d personally define “amazeballs.” I believe I’ll be pointing them to Danny and Annie’s video going forward.
Interestingly enough, a bestselling book recommended by StoryCorps is entitled “Listening Is an Act of Love.“ So yeah, I have five minutes. And I’ll always have five minutes for you, babe. For eternity.
And now, to lighten the mood, because I think it might need some SERIOUS LIGHTENING AT THE MOMENT, EH? EH?? I present to you, another installment of A Day in the Life of Bambino McPuppyPants, I-got-a-brand-new-colorful-rope-from-my-Aunt-Jenny-and-I-loves-it! Edition:
Wait – is this… am I in Heaven? This is a rope, a new one I’ve never seen before…? OH BOY A NEW ROPE I’M ON IT…
I wonder if she can tell that I’m inching ever closer to my objective… she probably can’t ROPE ROPE ROPE ROPE I WANNIT…
… by the way, aren’t I cute?
Ok I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m as high up as I can get, put it in my mouth, put it, put it! ROPE MOUTH NOW!!!!
AHHHHH YES!!!!! MOUTHED.
Hopefully that brought us all into a sprightlier state of mind for this next part…
Ok, SO, darlings, while I’m sure you already do, I just feel compelled to say that I hope all of you are able to find five (or much more!) minutes for your loved ones. And everyone else who shows you love, and for whom you show the same. I’m sure you do, and I don’t mean to patronize you or anything, but it can’t hurt to be reminded, right?
Which brings us to today’s ponderings:
What do you think of Danny and Annie’s story? Do you have a story you’d like to share? Short, long, not even about you but people you know… whatever it is, I’d absolutely love to hear it. You know I’m a sucker for this stuff, no matter how cheesy/campy/lovey-dovey it is.
xoxo! – Alison