Kumah was my first dog to graduate to the second level of our training program.
He rocks at tug, drop it, and quiet time. 🙂
We got one last spell of Winter a few weeks ago in Northern Michigan. Despite the late season, the snow was just like mid-season.
This final treat brought out all the hardcore/diehard skiers and snowboarders. It was almost as much fun being on the lift watching everyone’s turns then laying them down yourself.
It was such a nice closing to the season. Here’s a couple pictures from my two days at Nub’s Nob plus a few bonus pictures of a spring freeze in East Lansing.
Winter made a stunning comeback last week and I got a final day at Mt. Holly on Thursday.
Photos from my last, last day:
The weirdest thing happened late Tuesday night as I snowboarded with my friend Vera at Mt. Holly. I was all hopped up after coming home from Steamboat Springs combined with watching a lot of Olympic snowboarding.
As I carved down a run, I saw a roller and took a lot of speed into it. A thought flashed in my mind of doing a spin off it from my heel side. Before I could fully process the thought (i.e. Is that safe? Should I be doing that? What if I wipe out?) my body had already made the decision and spun itself in the air, sticking the landing.
At the bottom of the run, I excitedly told Vera I had done an unexpected 180 off the roller. She told me, “No, you did a 360!”
I’ve never had this experience before where, honestly, my body overrode my brain and sent it into autopilot, forcing me to do something. It was indescribable.
The rest of the night I popped off rollers, taking airs and remembering my freestyle/16-year-old snowboarding self.
Maybe it’s time to let up on the carves and start focusing on the spins. 🙂 🏂
Yesterday, a cashier at my grocery store wasn’t aware of how to apply a pretty substantial seasonal coupon. At first, it was easy to see that the customer was a little surprised and upset since the cashier had missed applying the coupon on her daughter’s order just ahead of hers.
She could have gotten frustrated and unloaded on the cashier. Instead, she said they would go to the service desk and figure out the daughter’s order. Then, politely, she helped the cashier apply it to her order.
As she did this, she engaged the cashier in conversation and asked her how long she had worked there: 30 days. The customer didn’t ask this as a way of insulting her, but instead, as a way of understanding and emphasizing with her.
By the end of the transaction, both the cashier and the customer were clearly relaxed and in a good mood.
It was nice to be a bystander, watching this example of grace and understanding.
“First, seek to understand.” I think Covey wrote that.
Today, as a father walked out of my coffee shop with his son, the father told the son to return a goodbye to a family friend who had just seen them leave. The boy muttered goodbye while walking out.
“That’s not how you do that,” the father said. “You say it to their face.”
He then marched his son across the cafe to the woman who had already turned her back at the counter. Shyly, the boy had to get her attention and say goodbye.
“Can you believe he said goodbye and didn’t look you in the eye?” the dad asked.
I love when people pass on good habits.