Time. Space. Rest.
Last Friday was the Chamber's annual golf tournament. The turnout was pretty sad- we had about half a field. It was also about 107 on Friday, so those who did show were roasting, what with our 2 pm tee time. File that under "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
However, this meant it was an easy day for us. No office. No phones. No one thinking the building is a museum, City Hall, or a good place to leave the little milk carton that they didn't drink from lunch at the senior center.
I had good conversations with two of our board members on Friday. In fact, those conversations served to release a lot of the tension I was feeling. There is follow-up for me to do, but the ticking time bomb has been diffused. For now.
I arrived at The Cabin at 10 pm. The road was incredibly dark. It was still hot, even that late and a mile up. This was actually a good thing, because the last visitor had turned off the pilot to the furnace, and I can never get that thing to relight. It was easily still 80 degrees out, though, and closing in on 11 pm, so I wasn't too worried about the lack of heat.
I did almost nothing on Saturday. It was too hot to take a walk, and I was already burned from driving around in a golf cart, so I stayed inside. My phone had no signal, so it was off. I hadn't brought my computer. There is no tv. And with those three unavailable, I also had no clock. Instead, I slept. And slept. And slept. I had a full night's sleep Friday night, and a two hour nap Saturday afternoon. It was fabulous!
Driving up the mountain is always stressful for me. I suspect if I went up more often, I'd be more comfortable with the turns, but it really puts me on edge. Always has, even when someone else is driving. However, driving down is a completely different story. I have no idea why, but it's true. The drive back down the mountain on Saturday ended up being part of the process of putting myself back together after the yuck of last week.
We had a church picnic on Sunday. It was hot, though not as hot as Friday. And the group that was there was incredibly fun. Someone got my internal soundtrack going, and before I knew it, a bunch of us were singing show tunes. There were stories, too. So, good food, good friends, Broadway music, and stories. Um. Is there any better way to spend an afternoon??? I think not.
It was a most excellent weekend!
However, this meant it was an easy day for us. No office. No phones. No one thinking the building is a museum, City Hall, or a good place to leave the little milk carton that they didn't drink from lunch at the senior center.
I had good conversations with two of our board members on Friday. In fact, those conversations served to release a lot of the tension I was feeling. There is follow-up for me to do, but the ticking time bomb has been diffused. For now.
I arrived at The Cabin at 10 pm. The road was incredibly dark. It was still hot, even that late and a mile up. This was actually a good thing, because the last visitor had turned off the pilot to the furnace, and I can never get that thing to relight. It was easily still 80 degrees out, though, and closing in on 11 pm, so I wasn't too worried about the lack of heat.
I did almost nothing on Saturday. It was too hot to take a walk, and I was already burned from driving around in a golf cart, so I stayed inside. My phone had no signal, so it was off. I hadn't brought my computer. There is no tv. And with those three unavailable, I also had no clock. Instead, I slept. And slept. And slept. I had a full night's sleep Friday night, and a two hour nap Saturday afternoon. It was fabulous!
Driving up the mountain is always stressful for me. I suspect if I went up more often, I'd be more comfortable with the turns, but it really puts me on edge. Always has, even when someone else is driving. However, driving down is a completely different story. I have no idea why, but it's true. The drive back down the mountain on Saturday ended up being part of the process of putting myself back together after the yuck of last week.
We had a church picnic on Sunday. It was hot, though not as hot as Friday. And the group that was there was incredibly fun. Someone got my internal soundtrack going, and before I knew it, a bunch of us were singing show tunes. There were stories, too. So, good food, good friends, Broadway music, and stories. Um. Is there any better way to spend an afternoon??? I think not.
It was a most excellent weekend!
posted by Sam Gamgee at
12:42 PM
1 Comments:
Great! Hey, those little milk cartons can be quite dangerous. I always get really nervous when someone picks such a carton up, opens it and takes this really big whiff. Yikes, what courage..., or stupidity?
As for the cabin trip: that is exactly what each and every one of us needs, and on a regular basis. Even Jesus, "went into the mountains and prayed." I would like to think that He lay down under a tree somewhere and was silent.
I enjoyed hearing you chirp away, as you sang at our picnic. It showed me that you had truly enjoyed a wonderful re-constitutional!
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