A Little Drop of Rain
I walked home in the rain today. I walked to work knowing that it was going to rain today, but it didn't bother me. It was a strangely enjoyable walk home too. It wasn't warm, not freezing by any means, but chilly. It was raining steadily and it was dark, but I had good music to listen to and, after all, I was going home for the night. As I listened to my music and the rain, and smelled the wood smoke from the houses I passed, it really made me think about camping in the summer. Seems totally unrelated, I know, but it worked for me. Often when I have gone camping in the summer it has rained. Sometimes poured, but it can still be fun even in the chaos of trying to keep all your belongings away from the side of the tent in a desperate attempt to prevent the tent from flooding. The wood smoke, of course, smells like a campfire and there is little that smells better. :) Anyway, for what many people may have thought would have been an awful walk home was in fact, quite delightful.
I got to see my dad this past weekend. He is in Boston for a few days for a conference and he didn't realize that I was so close to the area.So when I found out, I drove there and I stayed with some friends that live just outside of the city. I met up with Dad Sunday night for dinner. We had a great seafood dinner and I stayed in the hotel with him that night and took an early train back to where I had left my car, drove the 2 hours back home and went straight to work. It was a long day, but I wouldn't have traded it. I got to see Dad for only about 45 minutes for all of Christmas break and I really missed him. Even when I am home, I don't get to see him very much and it was so great to get to spend some time with him, as short as it may have been. I can't wait until this summer when Mike and I are road-tripping it back to CO and I can see mom and dad again and spend more time with them. It's a weird kind of homesickness that it hard to explain.
P.S. I love my job. :) 4 year-olds are amazing and beautiful and awful and fun and stressful and frustrating and fantastic and everything in between.
I got to see my dad this past weekend. He is in Boston for a few days for a conference and he didn't realize that I was so close to the area.So when I found out, I drove there and I stayed with some friends that live just outside of the city. I met up with Dad Sunday night for dinner. We had a great seafood dinner and I stayed in the hotel with him that night and took an early train back to where I had left my car, drove the 2 hours back home and went straight to work. It was a long day, but I wouldn't have traded it. I got to see Dad for only about 45 minutes for all of Christmas break and I really missed him. Even when I am home, I don't get to see him very much and it was so great to get to spend some time with him, as short as it may have been. I can't wait until this summer when Mike and I are road-tripping it back to CO and I can see mom and dad again and spend more time with them. It's a weird kind of homesickness that it hard to explain.
P.S. I love my job. :) 4 year-olds are amazing and beautiful and awful and fun and stressful and frustrating and fantastic and everything in between.
