We went to a new park this morning -- well, a park I'd been to a hundred times by myself, before I ever paid attention to safety rails on stairs or the height of baby swings. Every park is new when you have a wee one with you.
It was a perfect outing, complete with my BFF from Austin, who was visiting for 36 hours. We collected leaves, counted doggies, went down the big twisty slide, pressed our noses against funny plastic bulbs, swung, and played with chalk and bubbles.
The chalk and bubbles were a treat that greeted us in a tiny little package sitting on a park bench -- a "random act of kindness" bequeathed upon us by some nice person who thought we needed some toys to play with. S/he was right, and it made us all happy.
We left the toys there for the next person to find and enjoy. Then we went out to lunch, where Lyzz from Austin proceeded to secretly buy lunch for the crew of firefighters who had ordered their food shortly after we did.
Now it's my turn to do something nice.
What can I do? How about the first three people to say they want one on this blog (not on the FB link that I post, but actually here on my Blogger site), get a free copy of my 2009 album, West 28th Street, in the post? It's not a random act, but I think you'll like it.
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