1. Holiday Mondays. We went to Lake Diefenbaker on Monday, which was the first time all five of us have been at a lake at the same time. Here’s the thing: we don’t get out much. Between Noah and me, we work seven days a week. It’s hard to take family day trips on Saturdays, our only unscheduled work-till-it’s-done day, because it means leaving for work later and therefore working till the wee hours of the morning. Holiday Mondays are the only day we all have off. It’s wonderful.
The kids and I have been to Pike Lake (awful) and Memorial Lake (we like it), and before Preston was born the four of us visited Madge Lake (it’s ok), but Lake Diefenbaker is by far our favourite. I’m aiming to visit a few more surrounding lakes before school starts.
2. An unexpected family outing. I was supposed to work last night, but ended up not having to go in. We then found ourselves with a rare free evening and took advantage of it. We went for a walk DOWN BY THE RIVER. (Sorry, I can’t think/talk/write the words “down by the river” without Chris Farley’s voice in my head.) Again, we don’t do these things often enough. Usually we just head to the back yard and turn on the sprinkler under the trampoline. But we headed out. I think it was good for us.
3. Reminding myself that everyone’s life isn’t as perfect as they portray it to be on Facebook. It’s better to post positive things than complainy things, right? But if we only share the positive and never the negative, things get confusing. I wouldn’t call it jealousy as much as a desire to be as happy, as full of joy, as what is being portrayed by others.
As someone who struggles with mental illness, it helps me to focus on the positive rather than the negative (thus the Grace in Small Things posts), but when the former is all that I portray, it seems kind of disingenuous, doesn’t it? It’s not all rainbows and unicorns around here, but letting myself fall into a pit of self-loathing and not being able to get out of bed in the morning doesn’t help anyone. I don’t know. There’s no easy answer to it, is there? Except to step back for a bit. And remind oneself that the internet doesn’t always portray real life, as much as we sometimes try make it so, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
4. The kindness of a neighbour. I posted this on Facebook already, but in case you missed it, here’s what happened: Our neighbour, an older man, is a collector/seller of antiques. Preston loves saying hi to him and is always looking to talk to him. As I was leaving for work yesterday morning he told me that he had something for Preston and he’d dig it out and give it to Presto later that day. When we came home, I found this dog on our doorstep. Preston LOVES it. The neighbour came out into his yard a moment later and Preston got to thank him. Highlight to his day. Presto’s been pulling it around ever since.
5. Visiting old friends. Bobbie and I went to elementary and high school together, and at the graduation ceremony, we coincidentally walked down the two aisles at the same time, each with a baby bump under our graduation gowns. Teen pregnancy, FTW! We lived a block away from each other after having our babies, before she moved way up north. I drove to and from Red Deer a couple times a few weeks ago to drop Kaylie off and pick her up, and got to see Bobbie on both trips. It was a blessing to me. Thanks for letting me invade your house, lady.