The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow :)

Here it is, the eve of my mailing date. The entries are all edited and revised (finally - only took 3 people plus me working non-stop to get entry 1 down to 12 pages - ick)

Only a few minor things to do. Write the contextual information section (small) about my school and district. Put my number on all the pages. Order them and paper clip them and put them in the right envelopes. Then seal up the box. Now there is a pleasant thought.

Two years of work going through the mail. That causes sweaty palms and head spasms. Why just the other day when the FedEx plane burst into flames I was pleased that I had gotten my 2 class computers back the day before. (not that they went any where near China, but still)

You hear stories about mailmen, I mean "mailpeople" dying and then they find all this mail in their garage. Maybe an urban myth? But still, who HASN'T ever had a piece of mail lost??? And insurance??? Forget it. You better have a receipt and then some. What kind of receipt would I give them for 60 pieces of paper and 2 CDs that have taken two years to compile?

Receipt - one arm or leg, whichever you choose. Throw in one fried brain. We might come out even.

It's funny. I haven't let the packet out of my sight for days - I cart it everywhere (and yes it's heavy). My poor 'puter is so backed up that it is probably insulted. And here I am getting ready to mail it.

It has to be like letting your child go off of to college. No, more like letting your baby go off to college because my poor box won't be able to speak up or fend for itself either.

But all of this wasn't the purpose of the post. The sun WILL come out tomorrow. I am sure I will be relieved and happy and have a weight lifted off. And I know for a FACT that the Midnight Sun will shine tomorrow, as I just found out that there are 12 CHAPTERS online at Wikipedia. I am saving that reading (Edwards point of view of Twilight) for celebrating tomorrow :) - if I can.

So tomorrow I say, Go Forth, Baby Box, and go straight and true to your destination. Beware of vampires lurking, mailpeople garages and fiery planes. Amen.

Our one and only dog, Leroy Brown (in the header picture above celebrating St. Pat's Day) died back in September. Since we have no kids, he was really a member of our family, and the loss was hard.

When he died, many people asked if we were getting another one. We had talked and decided we would later. When it was right.

See, Leroy really found us, rather than us finding him kinda. He was a baby baby (before weening age) when someone dropped him off in a park with nothing but a box and a handful of food. We were visiting family in a different state. They kept driving by and noticing him. Then one afternoon an ice storm came. He had been out there huddled by his box for three days. When the storm hit, we brought him to their home. And then he came all the way home with us. We really had no intention of having a dog. But I guess Leroy knew he wanted us.

So this past week, there has been a dog wandering around the neighborhood. He has been laying in a neighbor's backyard sunning himself and sleeping. On icy frigid nights. Through snow. He recently started limping.

At first, we thought he might belong to the people who live there. But he is kinda in a spot where they can't even see him, below a stone wall. And now he has begun venturing around.

He is beautiful. Shiny coat. Brindle color. Medium large size. I keep saying he is lost but hubby thinks someone has dumped him or abandoned him.

He ventured onto our front porch last night.

This morning he was guarding the next door neighbor's drive. When hubby told me he was out there, I told him to feed him. So he put a can of food on a plastic plate and took it out.

The dog is extremely skittish and shy and wouldn't come near until he had come inside. But we could see him from the window. He is so pretty.

When the dog finished eating, he trotted off.

I told hubby, "We have a dog. He just doesn't know we have him."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, we have a dog. We feed him every couple of days. He stays in the neighbor's yard. He's not too tough to take care of."

I wonder if our dog has found us.