Due to the nature of my job, my days off from work are far and few between. In the olden days of weighing 530 pounds when I’d have a day off, I’d spend the whole dagnabbed day sleeping intermixed with eating… with a dollop of drooling on the couch whilst watching the Food Network. That was about as much energy as I could muster back then. These days I always want to do things. I use my obsessive planning skillz to make a list of said things I want to do… I like to do something active and outdoorsy… and I like to call up my best pal, Oprah and ask her for a loan. She must have given me the wrong digits on accident since I always get the disconnected number message when I call. THE NERVE, Opry!
This past Monday I had a day off… having worked the previous weekend. I have been lamenting that I haven’t done a dang thing this summer… nothing summery at least… nothing just for the fun of it. I’ve basically been sticking close to my daily routine… creature of habit… and slave to not enough time in a day! My plan for this day off was to head up to one of my favorite places on earth, Tony Grove… do a little hike… do a little jig… eat a sandwich in the outdoors… take some pictures… and then just sit in my camp chair in the sun and foam at the mouth… or read, whichever came first. Due to issues I won’t go into on this here blogging space, my plan to leave in the afternoon did not come to fruition… instead I left at 5:30 to make the 45-minute drive up the canyon… and I was pissed. No… not pissed… I was madder than a skunk trying to escape a perfume-making factory. I was mostly mad because I’d wasted a perfectly good day waiting around… and yes, I may have overreacted… but I treat days off like they are rare and precious jewels… and to have missed out on one, angered me. That, and my control issue of obsessing over schedule… I don’t acclimate very well… just one of the issues on my 5 bajillion-page list of issues I need to work on.
I was tempted just not to go… show them! But at the last minute, I sucked up my pride and drove on up. If you’re ever feeling like you want to punch someone in the brainium… just go sit surrounded by breath-taking beauty and shut the heck up… by the time I left a few hours later, I felt like a whole world of anger had been lifted off my shoulders. Next time I’m not waiting around… I’m just going and doing… and shutting up!
See that HUGE-mongous crow right there… there were approximately 85,000 of his kind flying around and cawing like it was a funeral procession. My fear of birds didn’t help matters any.
Dude used this canoe to paddle out to within feet of 2 huge bull meeses (cuzzin Carl… where’s my meese-hunting lessons?!!) Of course I was too whimpy to get close enough to get any pictures of the duo… but they did bathe in the grove for several hours.
Close your eyes and squint real hard like… see those two black-horned things to the right of the grey flat rock… them’s are my meeses! I named them Fred and Barney.
Go toward the light! 😛 Gladly! Thank you, Tony and your Grove for providing so much beauty and solace on a bad mood night. Next time let’s get together for longer, k!?
Question of the Day: Do you have a place in nature that makes you less grump-tastic?