Last Saturday I had plans. I was going to finish building a rock wall in our front yard, weed the back yard, clean the house, walk the dogs, take my son to his baseball game for a couple of hours and then relax and hang out. Then I checked his baseball schedule…a double-header in Maltby?
“There goes my Saturday,” I grumbled. Then I moped for a long while. That’s a good 7 hours with minimal traffic. I couldn’t let it go. But finally I stepped back for a better view.
I had a book to write and a chapter from a friend’s book in progress, to read.
I was “stuck” in Maltby. No responsibilities, nothing. I grabbed my journal and printed out twenty pages of my book. And then added Jenny’s printed out chapter. I packed a cooler with grapes, cheese sticks and crackers, along with some lemonade. And last, but not least, made sure my beach chair was in the Vanagon, a MUST, so I could plop myself near the outfield, where I would have a better view of the game, but also separate myself from the fans and ensure that I would focus, and take full advantage of my day in Maltby.
Take a moment to re-evaluate your schedule so you can find the time to write, or do what you love, mixed in with life’s adventures.
Love it. Great reminder, lesson to ALL. I love how you found a great way to ‘readjust’ and enjoy the ‘view’. Wonderful perspective. And of course, I love your reading material for your day. Thank you for the post and for choosing to bring my chapter along for the view!
Thanks for sharing your perspective, so valuable.
I remember those days so well. You bring back so many memories for me. So now you know when you’re my age you can sit back and remember some of the mose minute details you would think you would never remember. Like a hit out of the park at 12:00am in a tourament in Missoula. Or Tim hitting 5 home runs in one game in Anaconda and not bothering to tell us when he got home late. How was the game Tim? Ok he said. Then off to bed. When we woke up the next morning the headlines were: well I don’t have to tell you. Cherish the moments. They’ll go on forever.
Geez, sorry about my spelling Sonja… I just reread my little note to you. My dog is in surgery and my mind is really far away. So forgive me.