Every summer, my extended family (on my mother's side) has a camping trip. The theme of this yearly camping trip, while some also go golfing and maybe for a hike, is having fun with the little kids. All the best fun is with the children. I come back with pictures from a nature walk with the smallest ones, or from out adventures making ice cream (when we stayed at a cabin). Many of our family's stories and catch-phrases come from the tiny ones.
Several years ago, the uncles decided to go out fishing, and they decided to take my cousin Jared (who was maybe three at the time) along with them. They were out for a long time, and it was fairly late when they got back. He was ecstatic when he got to our camping site. To everyone he encountered, he would proclaim, "I HAD A GOOD DAY! I CAUGHT A NEW FISH!" He had caught his first fish.
It was supposed to be Jared's bedtime. However, he would not sleep until his dad had fried up his fish and we'd all tried some. He was wearing out, and his head was starting to droop. But he kept repeating, sleepily, over and over: "Good day. New fish. New fish."
And so, in my family (and among an increasing number of friends), if anyone ever says "I had a good day," it is inevitably followed with "I caught a new fish."
And that's what I can say about yesterday. Apparently, my cure for being depressed from a lack of structure, and then lacking energy because I'm doing nothing, is to get myself outside. I walked for a couple of hours yesterday. I didn't intend to walk as much, but I got distracted by my own thoughts and took a wrong turn. I was nearly downtown by the time I realised my mistake. But it didn't matter. The sun was shining, and there was so much interesting stuff to look at. I love getting myself un-lost. It probably would have been a good idea to have worn sunblock, however (my face and shoulders are a little pink).
I've walked for so many hours, in the past few days. I can't remember when I last had this much energy. I also started back at a chiropractor, yesterday, and we're going to see if we can get my hips and my back into working order, so that much sitting or walking don't result in such pain as I keep having. And then the day got even better when I filled out the census (again, I'm a big dork -- I filled it out by hand and it was fun) and worked on uploading wedding photos to be printed an put in albums.
And today looks like another good day.
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Correction: Jared was allowed to stay up and eat the fish he caught. It was part of the deal.
Getting outside and walking always puts me in a better mood.
Yeah, I remember my first fish. That's a buzz that's hard to kill. Firsts are great when you're a kid; they're like rites of passage. When you're older though, firsts are just macabre remiders of the inevitibility of life in slavery to our corporate overlords, and then death. Your first job. First tax forms. First colonoscopy. Everything's lame after you're no longer three.
Bernie! And just on the day when: a.) Chris had a conversation with you in his sleep, and b.) we were listening to DNTO's show featuring curmudgeons and Chris was tempted to see if they had the podcast, so that you could hear it too.
I love getting un-lost as well. Hello from another West-Coaster! I found you via Jo(e)
Welcome, monkeypants!
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