After seeing my husband off to work this morning, I slowly got myself together to get out to the lake. The sun had been coming in and out behind the cloud banks; the green in the patches of light was brilliant from the several inches of rain last week. But I had to go out to see if there were any sailboats on the lake.
I was trying a new park this morning and drove up with my year's pass, only to discover at the gate that my pass was for day use and this was a campground. As I looked in around the gatehouse, I saw it was a very full to overflowing campground, and, this being a weekend, probably not the best place to set up anyway. I thanked the kind lady and turned around to go to my secondary location, only to find, it too was a camp ground. By the time all that transpired, the light was gone, the clouds were gone and the morning was gone.
So, I am sitting in my living room wondering why on earth I didn' t get my stuff together last night, pack up the car and just go when he did this morning. Live and learn they say, but I was also feeling the quiet peacefulness of the day, the slower and less driven rhythm. After last week, maybe I needed the relaxation more than the painting. And I did get some scouting done. Now I know where NOT to go.
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