The Burrow

And so, that's what you get today. Include Thank You and Stickers!!!  and 50 cents a cap  among those words. Include the definition of a cap (yes, it's the top of a water bottle, too), curiosity about the probability of monkeys in trees, and ferocious giggling as feet are stamped and fists are shaken and 5 and 6 year olds take delight in Grandma hollering about that peddler's caps. The world is going to hell in a hand basket. I take and create my joy where I can. I can't make Harvey's waters recede, but I can take care of shoe laces and trips to the nurse, making my corner of the world a better place, one pair of sneakers at a time.

It started on Monday, with a Costco run.  Two sheet cakes later, I was driving my propped open cooler across town to Prince Elementary School and Amphi Middle School, the places where I hang my hat.  They were busy getting settled; I left the cakes in the refrigerators, with a love note pinned to the long long tables that are characteristic of faculty lounges nationwide. I've given up on providing knives and plates and napkins; this is an eat and run environment which comes equipped with all the tools necessary to dig in and get out fast.  I spend GRIN's money on the food itself and everyone is happy. Tuesday found me at Albertsons, watching the bakery clerk fill a shopping cart with goodies.  Each and every year a young woman smiles at me from behind that same counter as she fills my basket to the brim with goodies that Vera, my favorite manager, is glad to share.  Vera says it makes her happy to provide the donuts and crullers and layer cakes and...