The duck made a semi-successful return over the weekend.
Last Saturday (2/19), even though the temps barely kissed my age (45), I was determined to not wear my Pooh jacket and only go outdoors wearing my Patriots fleece hoody. I was also determined to have Ducky make his triumphant return from the Bahamas (aka my cube) and grace the town of Newington with his sparkling presence.
So after I got myself properly dressed, I stuck Ducky on my shoulders, strapped him in and started off on my morning walk.
When I got to the center, I readjusted his position and stuck him on my head, so that he could better observe his surroundings. After strapping him in, I stopped at D.D. for my morning coffee and the post office for my banking. Suffice to say, no really said anything about Ducky.
However, the Duck had a really great time and is looking forward to his next trip. And before you ask how I know he enjoyed his trip, I know because......he told me.
Pooh bear worked his magical charm this past Monday (2/21). Because it was a semi-pointless state and federal holiday, I decided to take a short walk to the center to get my morning coffee. Unlike Saturday when the temps were warm enough to wear my fleece hoody, Monday's temps were in the 20's, which were perfectly conducive to the three+ inches of snow that fell that morning.
After bundling myself up from the cold, I started off on my walk, and about a half hour later I hit the center of town. After hitting the bank for money to buy Jenelle her b'day present and CVS for her present (a gift card to Gamestop), I stopped once again at D.D. for my coffee and toasted croissant. While I was putting my order in, the manager came up and gave Pooh bear a couple of rubs for good luck. And while I was waiting for my croissant, a little girl noticed my Pooh bear and smiled.
Thus the power of Pooh did its job for the morning.
But wait, there's more!
The afternoon came and I found myself at the dreaded Chuck Your...I mean, Chuck E. Cheese for my daughter's b'day party (note: the more kids you have, the more expensive it can get). I managed to hook up with a close friend who I haven't seen in a couple of years (but maintained contact thru e-mails and Facebook), simply because we invited her lovely daughter to my daughter's b-day party.
We spent the bulk of the party catching up with each other (as good friends often do) and as the party started to wind down, I manged to bring a smile to her face and a chuckle to her spirit. How?
I put on my Pooh jacket.
The sight of Pooh bear sticking out of the jacket pocket with one paw waving and a foot sticking out from the bottom was simply too much for her. She laughed her head off for a minute or so, then took out her cell phone to take a picture of it and send it to a couple of mutual friends.
So thus, not only did Pooh bear bring joy and laughter to a friend who was needing it that day, but quite possible brought a smile and a chuckle to a few other people as well.
Never underestimate the power of Pooh, for Pooh is always in our hearts and in our soul. He just needs a little help every now and then to work his magic.