Well, that 4-day weekend went too quickly. I suppose I can give thanks that this will be a short week, yes? One thing I do on weekends and even worse on holidays is to stay up late and sleep in late. If I don’t restrain myself I can quite easily turn my clock completely upside-down: staying up until 3 a.m., sleeping until 1 in the afternoon. These days I’m better about restraining myself but I’m still guilty and 4 days of it is just enough to make the first working day a nightmare. Mea culpa, etc.
Cate, my cousin, came to pick up London the dog this afternoon and when she rang the doorbell, the kids quickly grabbed London and hid her in the playroom and I opened the door to her so that the first thing she saw was Karin’s big stuffed golden retriever dog sitting in the foyer in the middle of London’s dogbed with a sign on her that said “London”. Too funny, though in our hearts we were at least partly serious: she’s a great dog and we were sad to give her back.
I drove Karin and one of her teammates to their training practice tonight, and made Martin go with me. They’ve been running 4 kilometers once a week at a forest path out in Revinge, in the military training grounds since a couple of months back. It’s part of their training for their soccer team until they can get out and practice on the grass fields. There are marked paths for 2, 5, 10 and 20 km. Martin and I walked the 2 kilometer path, but got confused and turned around at one point by poor signage so we actually ended up doing 2.5 kilometers. It’s been rainy and chilly the past couple of days but the rain had let up earlier in the day so everything just had that sort of damp grey feeling. The woods we walked through were still grey and beige and the only green we saw was the moss and lichens on the stunted misshapen trees. All the moss was on the north sides of the trees. Several times we saw giant plate fungus ladder-stepping up the sides of stumps and fallen trees…they looked like natural birdbaths.
When we got home we had to shoo away the crows and jackdaws and ravens from the bird feeder. I wasn’t happy to realize that the bird seed has been going to feed those big pigs. They’ve scared off all the little brown jobs and they’re building a nest in the garage eaves again, to boot.
I keep not wanting to write here. I have to force myself to do it. I never wanted this place to be only an event list of my days, but it sure seems to be what it’s evolved into over the past year. It’s not such a bad thing when I get to the end of a year, and realize that I have such a great record of what’s gone on, the milestones we’ve reached, the experiences we’ve shared, the things we’ve seen and done, but I do wish I could seem to come up with more of the creative non-fiction essay-writing that I ultimately know I’m capable of. Maybe I just need some good writing prompts.