Ten years ago, Cuppa and I motored out west and spent a lot of time in the fabulous Rocky Mountains. In various places there were warnings about bears, and in various stores, tourists could purchase bear bells, the idea being that if you wear one while trekking in the outback, the bears will know that dinner is coming be frightened off by the noise. Cuppa had to have one ... just because ... and not because we were worried about bears where we were hanging out. Every year since, she has pinned it on her coat and worn it around come the Christmas season. She gets a lot of double-takes from children and adults alike.
But at two o'clock on a February afternoon, why was AC outside ringing that bell?
Well, it was for Barry, of course. Our Explorer finished his chemo sessions today, and it is standard practice for such souls to ring a certain bell when exiting that particular hospital. Ergo, a bunch of bloggers decided to ring their own bells for Barry at 2:00 pm on February, 18 2010.
Some not-yet-ready-for-blogging-kidlets also joined the ceremonial ringing of the bell.
Most of you already follow Barry and know exactly what I'm going on about, but he explains it here.
All the best, Barry, and just in case you so desire, if you click on the photo, you will be taken to one that is of printable quality.
But at two o'clock on a February afternoon, why was AC outside ringing that bell?
Well, it was for Barry, of course. Our Explorer finished his chemo sessions today, and it is standard practice for such souls to ring a certain bell when exiting that particular hospital. Ergo, a bunch of bloggers decided to ring their own bells for Barry at 2:00 pm on February, 18 2010.
Some not-yet-ready-for-blogging-kidlets also joined the ceremonial ringing of the bell.
Most of you already follow Barry and know exactly what I'm going on about, but he explains it here.
All the best, Barry, and just in case you so desire, if you click on the photo, you will be taken to one that is of printable quality.
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