In Which I HAve Lost My Ever Lovin Mind

I believe in teaching by doing. I do this at work, teaching patients to manage their new medical technology first by showing them, and then by having them try. I do this so much that after the first teaching session I frequently don't need an interpreter for non English speaking patients, although I always have one for the first session to explain what we are doing and the last to answer questions.

Lately I've been trying to do more of this at home. When one of the kids declares that something is to boring or young or outgrown for them, I say, put it in the Goodwill basket, a younger child will like it. I make sure that they check that the game has all it's parts, or the jacket is clean. One of the nicest moments I had with this was when the older one explained to the younger one that "poor people have enough problems- they don't need some old dumb broken thing, they need a game to keep their kids busy so they can get some work done".

Soo, in all the cleaning around here I discovered a bunch of canned dog food from the dear departed Noodle, the standard poodle, one of the nicest, sweetest dogs I've had, even though she was greatly mistreated a s a puppy farm breeder for the first half of her life. A look around revealed some ignored dog toys, as Ginger is not much for playing with things, she is mostly a nap taker, and Annie is the weirdest, most cat like dog I have ever even heard of, and so all was packed up for a quick drop off to the animal shelter.

A puppy. A black, curly, standard poodle puppy named Magic. He comes home tomorrow, after he is neutered. I am evenly divided between thinking I am the biggest idiot in the world, and tap dancing with joy, singing "I'm a grown up, I have a job, I can have a puppy if I want it, nener neener".