I did it. What is it I did, you say? I threw the dog’s ball from the top of my bed, 30 feet down the hall, over the bench and into her water dish. Yes, I know, quite an accomplishment. Okay, so you’re rolling your eyes right now. But this Herculean feat was instrumental in my having a “Good” day.
What’s so “Herculean” about throwing a ball into a dish? Well, I’ve only done it once before, by accident.
I try to play fetch daily with my dog, Gracie. Seeing as how the Oregon rains can make for a wet, smelly dog if we play outside, I found the longest straightaway in my little abode and rigged up our “course.” As I mentioned above, it entails throwing the ball from my bedroom, down the hall, over the dining bench and past the bookcase into the kitchen/living area.
On one serendipitous occasion I threw the ball into her water dish. Whoa! That was cool. I felt like I’d just landed a half-court shot at the buzzer. Every time since, that’s been my goal, to land the dang ball in the dang dish. I know, you’re thinking I have small, meaningless goals.
Or not. These little gems of ambition are a mainstay in my life. How many times can I hit a tennis ball against a wall without it dropping? How fast can I walk a mile? How many crunches can I do during a commercial? How many tries will it take to get my contacts in? And my personal favorite, how long can I continuously pee? I’m up to 58 seconds. Okay, that little tidbit probably embarrassed me, but I don’t care. Try it, you will drink more water because of it and people will wonder why you’re counting… one-thousand one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three in the bathroom.
Anyway, like everyone I suppose, I wake up hoping for a good day. Sometimes it depends on the hair, okay, a LOT of the time it depends on the hair. It’s true what they say, if you’re having a good hair day, you’re having a good day. For me, it’s small inconsequential things like my morning paper being dry, a comment from a Facebook friend, a $5 bill found in my jeans. Those things start my day off on the right track or in some cases, turn it around. Today, it was making the 3 point shot from half-court into the paw-printed water dish for a rousing Woof! Woof! from the adoring fans, or fan, loyal as they come, hairy little rebounder that she is.
I need to go drink some more water now and try to PR in the ladies’ room.