I didn’t think I would be here, in this space, writing a “Four Somethings” post at the end of March. My hubby and I had planned an overseas trip and, of course, you all know the ending of that story.
It is rescheduled for the fall, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that it can actually happen in six months.
In the meantime, here I am, very pleased I get to spend some moments with you, discussing my four somethings for March.
Our running club has a tradition called “First Saturdays“.
On the first Saturday of each month from November through April, we gather at a distant location (usually about an hour or two drive) and do a group trail run.
On the first Saturday in March, before our world turned upside down, we met in the parking lot of Walmart and drove to Blue Marsh Lake, where we spent two blissful hours running some of the best trails in the area.
Rocks, roots, hills, and mud abounded.
After our run, about 20 of us visited a local Irish pub for lunch and laughter.
When Bill and I returned home, a nap was in order. The two-hour run in the brisk wind wore me out. Or was it the beer I drank at the pub? I am not a good day-drinker.
We didn’t know then, but it would be the last occasion we got to spend time with our running friends for the foreseeable future.
Last year, my dear daughter-in-law and I discovered our mutual love for Mary Oliver’s writing.
As a result, we both got each other Mary Oliver books for Christmas. She gave me “Blue Horses“, a collection of Ms. Oliver’s poems.
I am continually amazed at the way Oliver’s words are both spare, no-nonsense, economical, and whimsical, evocative, and heartrending at the same time.
Here is one passage I especially loved:
“The multiplicity of forms! The hummingbird,
the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the otter,
the dragonfly, the water lily!
And on and on.
It must be a great disappointment to God
if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day.”
This poem helps me remember to do my part to not disappoint God. I must allow myself to be dazzled.
This precious guy celebrated his sixth birthday on the 17th of this month. Yes, he’s our little Irishman.
He and his brother had already begun their two-week stint of no school, which recently turned into a four-week stint.
These guys are social.
They like nothing better than making new friends and playing with other children. They haven’t said anything but I imagine the new normal must be difficult for them.
When I called to wish him “Happy Birthday” I had to wait for a few moments for the birthday boy to come to the phone.
He was helping his daddy clean the house by vacuuming the dining room. One of his favorite birthday presents is a cookbook given to him by his aunt and uncle. He has already tried several of the recipes.
He is going to make some future young woman a great husband one day!
We now have three planned trips to Colorado to visit this guy. Oh, yes, his mommy and daddy will be there too, I suppose.
The airline tickets are purchased. The cars are rented. The hotel rooms are booked. (We stay in a hotel in Denver one night at the beginning and end of each visit so we don’t have to fly and do the 3.5-hour drive from Denver to Steamboat Springs in one day.)
One trip is supposed to take place at the end of April. One is at the end of July (for his birthday). One is in October.
How many of the planned visits do you believe will happen?
All of the airline tickets, rental car reservations, and hotel rooms can be canceled with no penalty, thank goodness.
I am hoping for all three trips but will be happy if we get even two. Welcome to the “new normal“!
I am linking up with Heather Gerwing for her “Four Somethings”. Thanks, Heather, for giving the opportunity to think and write about four such compelling topics.
You can find the places I link up here.