Any day now, I should be getting a copyof Charli’s USDA APHIS health status document so I can have it along on the flight. The doc will be transmitted electronically to the powers that be in Costa Rica, but Dr. Byrd says I should have physical copies on my person when we fly, too, in case there’s a glitch in the system and the airlines or CR don’t get the virtual docs. 

 

That makes sense.

 

UPDATE:  Got the paperwork!

 

Sue and I walked again this morning

 

It’s 8:50 and I’ve already put in 8267 steps. Whee!!!  

 

I could feel a tinge of fall in the air during the walk, too.  It’s that time of year.

 

Met a Snail During My Walk the Other Day

 

Took a moment to record the brief encounter…

It was lapping water from the sidewalk.

 

Alas,  it didn’t live very long.  By the time I got back around to the same place to check on it again, a mower man had come along and annihilated it.

 

I had contemplated moving it off the sidewalk and back into the grass after I took pix of it, but I read somewhere that it’s harmful to peel them off the ground, so I left it where it was. And it was thirsty. “Later,” I thought, “when I come back around…”

 

As it turns out, even had I moved it into the grass, the mower man would have killed it anyway. But I felt bad that I wasn’t psychic and that I hadn’t carried it to a safer area than where it was.  Hindsight is always painfully spot on!  WAAHHH!

 

“But it’s JUST one Snail!”

 

But I’m just one human being, and I care about other beings.  So, shoot me!

 

“Empathy overload” never killed anybody

 

It’s empathy underload that kills an astounding number of living beings.

 

I’ll always watch out for whoever I encounter!