Posts Tagged ‘day off’
Day Off
Yesterday morning in Park Rapids started out as beautiful as ever on our day off from riding.
The rest of the day lived up to that beauty by being as fun as could be. We enjoyed a classic breakfast from an inconspicuous cafe where the parking area was filled with local pickup trucks. We received multiple genuine “you betcha” responses.
After casual visiting back at the campground, we found a spectacular lunch place. Very delicious blackened salmon burger.
Next stop was the park for an afternoon social and some dragon boating.
I stayed on land and cheered them on.
From there, we were given an opportunity to escape the heat and see the new Top Gun: Maverick movie. It wasn’t scheduled but the theater opened just for us! We almost filled the place and cheered and clapped and laughed together like rarely happens with strangers in a movie theater.
We succeeded in staying dry all day, though there was a good view of storms popping threateningly to our south.
Today we ride again, headed for Staples. I’m thinking I might want to put my e-bike on full power and pretend I’m a fighter jet pilot the whole way there.
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Passing Time
Just like that, another day is gone. Independence Day is over. The weather at the lake was a mix of perfectly summerish and occasionally rainy, and I didn’t do much beyond wallowing in the luxury of the fact it was a day off from the usual routine.
I played some guitar, read some, napped briefly, played cards, and eventually helped inflate some Rave Sports water toys.
Passing time with no agenda.
Almost as if there was some meaning to my doing so.
If there is, I’m successfully remaining oblivious to it.
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Labor Day
It is a U.S. holiday today. I am going to take the day off. I still might get out and do a much-needed chore at home, but I don’t need to commute to the day-job today! Woot!
Here is a “Words on Images” first posted nine years ago. Speaks to this time of year…
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Words on Images
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Night Off
I got home from work yesterday and all I wanted to do was not work on the chicken coop. So that’s what I did, with Cyndie’s blessing. When I walked in the door, I found a fire burning in the fireplace and it was enough to squelch any lingering motivation to rush out into the chilly grayness of the fading day to pick up where I’d left off on the design-on-the-fly construction project.
I delved into some acoustic guitar music in my iTunes library and created a playlist to serve as soundtrack for luxuriating on the couch in front of the warm glow of burning logs with friends, while Cyndie made magic in the kitchen. It was divine.
Life is good.
If you don’t stop and take that in every once in a while, you might miss it.
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