Sunday, December 18, 2005
There is going to be a duck race.
Whooohooo! My daughters girls group is selling rubber duckies. On new years eve we will be releasing them into the river. 200 quackers on the lamb. the first duck to come in gets its owner a nice little prize. We are doing this as a fundraiser for the girls. $5 per duck isnt bad for the fun alone of going to the races. Im thinking of getting a side bet to make it even more interesting! My luck has been pretty good lately. Keith and I both won door prizes at a couple of functions. If i dont win the race, no biggie, Ill just cook my duck up a'lorange! What do you think , a little broccoli and rice along side? Now if you were my duck, wouldn't the thought of being served up on a platter encourage you to paddle as though your life depended on it!
I stopped at the store on my way home for one last gift that i'd forgotten about. Sitting on the sidewalk , leaning against the shop, was a homeless man with his trolley of paraphenalia. He was sleeping there with red, bare feet on a newspaper, his old boots beside him. I went in and got a pack of socks and would liked to have got him new boots, but that was more than i can spare just now. I thought he could put on 2 or 3 pairs of socks and hed be ok. At least our weather has been dry of late, albeit cool. When I approached him he was tying up a new pair of boots! He was beaming ear to ear! I gave him the socks anyway, to use another day. He had a tear in his eye. He was so greatful for the kindess hed been shown. He said another lady had bought him the boots and that Christmas had come a week early for him. As I walked towards my car, he started singing we wish you a Merry Christmas.