Good Morning Gloucester

I am by no means a germophobe, but I have an issue with having anything on my hands….so I wash them all the time.  That having been said, I’m pretty tolerant about what I do with my bare hands…as long as I can then run to the sink and wash them immediately upon completion.  So, for example, I can change the classroom guinea pig’s cage with my bare hands…and then run to the sink.  I can help get a baby chick out of its pretty yucky membrane….and then run to the sink. I used to shovel herring into fishing totes and help dress tuna fish with no problem whatsoever…but, I was constantly running to the hose.

My dirty hand issue, however, has not trickled into my parenting ways.  While my boys are typically clean and neat…they’ve probably had more meals than not without washing their hands first.  Shudder…I know.  When they were babies I passed them around readily to anyone who was interested in holding them without asking, “Did you wash your hands?” first.  And, I never use hand sanitizer.  What’s more is that I swear that my boys are very rarely sick thanks to the mere fact that they have built up some pretty sweet immune systems by actually getting dirty…and sometimes relishing in those germs.  Sound strange? Maybe.

Likewise, I have little issue when the “five second rule” turns into a “10 second rule”…when the food in question has landed somewhere that I trust.  However, I have literally lost sleep thinking about the fact that our shoes sometimes have to suffer the reality of walking on FILTHY public bathroom floors….and then walk across our same carpets or floors at home.  I will never recover from the day that the boys were walking through some pretty heinous puddles on the floor of an unfortunately miserable public bathroom and then came home and immediately jumped on my bed…flip flops still on.  The horror.

So, last night, after doing some errands, I drove home past a pretty popular ice cream joint. Oddly for that hour, there were only two people in line. With the car in front of me turning into the parking lot, my eyes lingered on the pair just long enough to see one of them digging something nasty out of the bottom of his shoe (ok…that may be a bit of an assumption…but, how could anything stuck in the bottom of a shoe be anything BUT nasty?) And, then, just as I was about to look away…he stopped, reached up, and grabbed his newly scooped ice cream cone from the window…with the SAME hand.  I can’t even.

I spent the rest of my drive home thinking about where those shoes had been in their lifetime. My issue, not his. Maybe he doesn’t actually eat the cone?  That would make me feel better.

Tune In To Witness The Madness!

We were just driving north around Blackburn Circle and saw a large brown dog running from the back road to Market Basket across to the company at the end of Gloucester Avenue! Bomco, maybe. We went around the rotary to circle back and try to find it, but couldn’t. Looked a lot like our German short haired pointer. It was running pretty fast like it has just escaped…not casually walking around like a dog who would normally be free.

I hope it is safe and finds its owner soon!!!