5/1/17

When I Most Needed to Retreat


I started posts and I've erased posts, again and again, trying in vain to make words flow so that I can keep up with my goal of blogging regularly-ish. It's number 25 on my birthday bucket list. I thought I created an easy goal, only needing to check in here every other week. Turns out I was wrong though, because when one doesn't have anything to say, trying to come up with something to say is difficult. And most likely the perfect recipe for a very boring post.

Hang on, this one is going to be a rambler.

I basically forgot about the blog and the list, both of those trampled on by more urgent things calling for my attention: My toddlers (Plural? How is it possible that I already have two toddlers?), the grass that has been growing under my feet (literally), weekend escapades -- one to PA to visit my sister, another to a town 15 minutes from Niagara Falls to spend some time with one of my dearest friends, and everything else that the start of spring brings with it. I am convinced that days in the spring and summer months are only half as long as days in the winter, but with double the amount of tasks to accomplish.



We've been spending hours and hours out-of-doors, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

I'm choosing to cross Number 14. Take a Personal Retreat off the list. I didn't completely get away by myself, but I did manage to spend some time away with just one child, and honestly, it was a piece of cake in comparison to having two trailing me. (Although, it's most times the other way around. I am the one desperately trying to keep up.)

Years ago, in what may very well be the smallest town in southern Indiana, I met a Canadian. She was intimidating to me. She was smart and beautiful and organized and fun to be around and popular and knew how to write good term papers and could read music and spike a volley ball like nobodies business. Way out of my league. 

But seven years later, and here we are, still very good friends. 

Anyhow, not too long ago, she text me a link to a deal she found on Groupon. It was to a hotel and spa in Lewiston, New York, a town about 15 minutes from Niagara Falls, and almost the exact half way point for us to meet. 





We've been meeting in the quaint town, for I think, almost six years, every time dreaming about someday staying there. 

And it finally happened.

We were just there for one night, but it was wonderful! And I came back home feeling so refreshed. It was just what my heart needed it couldn't have been more perfectly timed. 

The rest of the week was a bit of a whirlwind, our dog wasn't feeling well, so I took her in to the vet. Lymes disease is rampant this year, and after explaining how she has been acting, they immediately tested her. It was positive. Thankfully we did catch this early enough, but goodness, I wasn't exactly relieved to hear the diagnosis. (If you've been a longtime reader, you might remember we lost a dog to Lymes several years ago.)  


I also pruned my neighbors vineyard and readying it for spring, mowed the yard maybe twice, planted a few flowers, hosted guests for the weekend, and 25 people for dinner Saturday night. (Don't be too amazed, I married a man who surely can man a grill. He did most of the work.) 



Herm and a team of six other friends, ran the Seneca 7 on Sunday. They were speedy this year, finishing 7th overall... that is 7 out of 380 teams. I was highly impressed. (Also, if you are a longtime reader, you probably recall that I use to run on that team. Last year, however, I was very pregnant, barely able to even manage a waddle... Last year was the year they placed 3rd. Without me. I'm expecting to never be invited to run with them again.)

Today was mountains of laundry, and lots of cleaning, and hours of cuddling a restless child. Today was tornado warnings and heavy rain and beautiful skies.



And before it turns into tomorrow, I'm going to call it a night.

Thanks for listening as I rambled.

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