Hoo boy

Well, that day rolled around again.  I busted out the five gallon bucket, the black plastic bags, and dug out the old, worn out sneakers from under the bed.  Armed with shovels and rakes, I went out to the back yard, and cleaned up what the melted snow revealed.

Ten gallons of dog poop.

I am pretty reliable about cleaning up after my dogs when there's no snow.  About once or twice a week is usually sufficient.  It's when it snows and snows and snows that cleanup becomes a chore.  You get more snow than dog poop and it makes a mess in the trash.  It's nasty, but it's just plain easier to sacrifice a pair of shoes and do it when the snow melts.

Easier.  But nasty.

Today's not been a bad day so far, dog poop and all.  I heard a very important message at church today, one which had me thinking back to the time when I got messed up by a chubby redheaded girl when I was 15.  I think today was a good reminder not to go backward, and being reminded that there's really not a lot to backward to in the first place.  That's not a bad thing, either.  Just an important thing.  

I keep seeing these little hatchback cars from the 80's.  All over the place.  I don't think it means anything, just mentioning that I keep seeing them.  I went back to the 80s once.  Never again.

I didn't leave anything there.  

So, I'm kinda hopeful today about the future, about what God is doing, and what He's saving me for and from, both at the same time.  And the dog poop is cleaned up too.  Which is a good thing.