Trippin'

I've been on quite a trip the past two days (without benefit of chemical stimulation, I might add).  Animal Control Guy called the other day and informed me that my neighbor intends to fight the latest leash-law citation in court.  In preparation for such an event, I started going through my personal journals, calendars where I note daily events, and the blog for documentation.  If I have to appear before a judge, I will carry ammunition.

Anyone who has seen "Goodbye, Mr. Chips" (I particularly like the original with Robert Donat and Greer Garson) will remember the final scene where Chippington sees a parade of faces from his past.  Reading my journals has been like that for me; a real trip down Memory Lane.  For two days, I've been riding the crest of a gamut of emotions evoked by entries about holidays, visits from family and friends, loss of friends both human and animal, frustration with weather (and animals), joy, gratitude, sorrow, and on and on.  Some events had been forgotten.  Some, even from four years ago (when Annie's dogs first became a real problem), are still fresh in my mind.  A sentence, a paragraph, one photo, and my mind played out the whole scene.  Now that's a trip!