Where has all the time gone? Yesterday, Tuesday, I enjoyed reading journals, all day. I was obsessed, I could not stop, and I did not want to. That was yesterday.
The day before yesterday was Monday and Mondays have a habit of being very bad days. The challenges that are not faced through the weekend accumulate and all surface at the same time, on Monday.
Sunday was great. Attila and I packed a picnic lunch and headed out into the countryside. We drove almost five hours to picnic at a beautiful beach on Georgian Bay. The weather was warm and stormy; the beach was almost deserted. We took an alternate route home and discovered a small park by a river. It was hidden from the highway and like the beach, it too was deserted.
There we enjoyed coffee and conversation. I even rolled up my pant legs to wade into the shallow, stony waters. Upstream from where we sat drinking our coffee was an old bridge from a former incarnation of the highway. Beyond the bridge was a dam. We marked our location on the map, to find this peaceful grotto again.
The day of our trip was quite stormy, there was a quite a bit of rain. As we drove we observed entire farm fields immersed in water, forming small lakes around the countryside. The road we had decided to take was closed due to flooding waterways. We were obliged to take a lengthy detour around the area through back roads that ran through flooded fields and barely kept atop swollen creeks.
Back to today. It has been peaceful here, sunny and warm but not hot. I took advantage of the comfortable temperatures by making granola in the crockpot. It is such a simple thing to do. Since the crockpot must sit, hot for about five hours one must wait for cool temperatures to prepare granola.
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