Loose Leaf Notes

This past Saturday I went to the Humane Society’s Stand Up for Strays yearly Yard Sale to take pictures for The Floyd Press.

While there I met a woman whose accent I recognized. Turns out she comes from Holbrook, Massachusetts – my hometown’s football rival – and graduated high school the same year I did! Now she lives in Floyd and raises alpacas, two of which she had at the event.

I also found out that, apparently, I have a look-like. An old friend whose kids I used to baby-sit for swore I had taken to walking up and down a busy street that she regularly passes on the other end of county from where I live. “She looks just like you. I was worried about why you were walking on that road,” my friend who was vending her stained glass said.

Then I ran into June from Spatter and we both agreed about how busy life has been. She hasn’t been posting any in depth entries or visiting other blogs too much, she said. We watched and both took pictures of a Flyball demonstration, a dog sport in which dogs race, jump over hurdles, collect a ball and take it back to the finish line.

The next day when I pulled out my camera to document something and someone made a comment about a possible blog post, I said, “Yup, a blogger’s work is never done,” and the Flyball dog in the above picture came to mind.