Sunday, February 24, 2013

quarter after eight.

Good morning. It's just after 8 on this windy Sunday morning. We go back to school's been a nice week off.

I've got bacon frying on the stove. Guitar music is coming from Seth's room...already. It could be Seth...or it could be Chris. They're both in there...talking music...already.

Ian is dressed and ready...watching World of Darts...which is weird. Or is it weird that we were kind of into it? Although we have good got us talking about the best dart thrower in our family...Papa Chuck. Papa always had a dart board in his garage...and I'm pretty sure he almost always won. He could throw a mean dart. I was telling Ian of memories playing darts with Papa when I was little...and then he shared some memories of his own. I love that we have some of the same memories of Papa...a generation later. It made me cry as we talked...I sure miss him.

The guys are going to go on a hike this morning. The original plan was to take the canoe out to the lake but the winds are kinda wild this morning. So a hike it is...and possibly a canoe ride if they find the secret cove they've heard about. They say it should be protected from the wind. Adventure either way, I'd say.

I keep thinking I want to join them...but then I remember I'm not as adventurous as I think I am they are and I don't want to hold them back. Next time...for sure.

Instead I helped them pack a cooler...trail mix, peanut butter crackers, canned peaches, bottled water and a couple apples. Not bad for not having much in the house in the way of portable food. Every time we leave the house to go on a road trip or some sort of adventure I pack as if this will be the time we have to survive. I know, I watch too many survival shows. But really, do you think the people on those shows knew they were going to get stranded somewhere? No. They did not. So as far as I'm concerned it's better to be safe than sorry.

When the boys and I drove to Donner over Christmas break I stocked a bag full of water, crackers, peanut butter, canned fruit, jerky and trail mix. It wasn't much but I figured it would get us through until someone found us stranded in the snow. I also packed extra clothes and blankets.  (Hey...I never said I wasn't a bit of a drama queen, OK?) now it's after 9, I'm still in my pj's, the kitchen is a mess and I have a lot to do to get ready for the week. Time to get this day moving. I'm going to plan some meals, shop for some food and wash some clothes.

How about you?

Whatever it is...enjoy your day.

1 comment:

Lelainia N. Lloyd said...

I was born and raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba, which is the heart of winter in Canada. It's nothing to get stranded in a sneaux storm. EVERYONE packs extra clothes and food, along with toilet paper, tinfoil, candles and matches in their car in winter. It's just common sense. I do the same thing here on a long haul trip. I have seen people stranded in the worst weather, wearing skirts, heels and hose and freezing their butts off. I've been stranded on a highway for 13 hours because of avalanche. It's no fun to not have food. I am ALWAYS glad I prepared.