Yesterday, Choo-choo spent the day with my in-laws while Diesel and I spent several hours on the river in our canoe. Under a cloudless blue sky and bright sunshine, we floated for seven peaceful miles, mostly hearing only birds, the wind, the water, and our friends.
With me in my large sun hat and Diesel in his Indiana Jones-type fedora, we basked in the joy of actually having time to clear our minds and not have anything to worry about. This hasn’t happened much recently. It seems even on our most recent day trips, there was always the element of some problem, small or big as it might have been, which needed tending to.
Not this time. This canoe/kayak trip for us and our friends, including first timer (with us, anyway) Diesel’s cousin who I’ll call St. Brigid, reminded us all why we used to do this so much. Our time on the river has dwindled quite a lot in the last year or two. And Diesel was the most relaxed and contented he has been in many months. I think we all were.
We parted at the end of this blissful day with plans to go again and again. Judging by the peace on Diesel’s face, I know he will make this happen.