The Next Dark Age
We're in it Now
I’m Calling It
I think it is finally safe to say the Winter is over. File under “Grateful”. (Watch it start to snow now.)
The residual trauma for me came out this weekend as I spent every free minute outside:
Yesterday, I woke up early and took a walk to Starbucks. Then I played in the backyard with my dogs. Then I ran my errands, making a point to stop at the outdoor mall near my brother’s house. Then we went to Ainslie’s t-ball game.
Ainslie is five years old and if she understood the concept would probably self-identify as a dancer. But her best friend was going to be the only girl on the t-ball team, so Ainslie said she would play. The poetry there is there was a mix up when the teams were formed and the girls are not on the same team. But a little boy from Ainslie’s class is there, so she is fine. According to my mother, she had a rough go in her first game but yesterday was her third and I thought she looked great. She always knew where the ball was and showed great hustle. In fact, her father/my brother noted that for someone with such tiny legs, she was really fast.
After the game, they headed to five o’clock mass, so I headed home. It should be noted that my sister-in-law, Becky, was doing a 5K this morning and then the kids had more baseball games. When I got to the house, I looked at my watch and decided I’d better go take another walk because it was going to rain today. So I did.
Then this morning, the sky looked clear so I took the dogs to the park. Because the rain was coming. Then I went to yoga and ran some errands and then came home. I looked at my watch and looked at the sky and decided I’d better take another walk before the rain came. I went by my elementary school and saw this:
I’ve heard of these things at the playground – where a kid can go if he or she feels lonely to buddy up with another kid. A lovely idea. I do not think for a second that it would have worked when I went to that school. Here’s hoping a new generation does a better job taking care of each other.
When I got home, it was time to let the birds out for their play time so my mother took the dogs upstairs. I thought, “I’m just going to sit outside with a book until it starts raining.” For two hours. God knows what Kiwi was getting into while I was sitting outside, but I was not wasting a single minute. It finally started raining. For ten minutes.
I could almost do this every weekend.
The Next Dark Age 