Finding Joy.

I have a dog that enters the kitchen like Kramer, or Tom Cruise, sliding across the kitchen floor and softly slamming sideways into a cabinet with a silly look on her face. She dances for treats.
When I get home from work, I like to blow bubbles in the back yard as the sun goes down, watch them rise and float away. Only the strongest ones rise the highest.
I don't have grandchildren yet to play with, so, dancing dogs and bubbles will just have to do. And they do just fine.


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