Ah, the age-old conundrum when presented with a perfectly glorious Sunday.
Fun or productive?
So many things around here that would feel so good to have done. Two cars filled with a winter’s worth of accumulated crap. A rain garden choked with last fall’s gutter flotsam. The gasping remnants of a lawn clogged with thatch, scalded by dog urine and erupting into a pockmarked carpet of dandelions.
On the other hand, it was one of those days you wait all year for. Crystal-blue skies, 70 degrees, little wind and no mosquitoes. It was perfect. Sore as I am from yesterday’s race, a couple of hours out on the road bike sounded so tempting. Or taking the kids mountain biking? Oh man, that sounded even better.
(sigh) The eternal struggle. Which one wins? I could really see it going either way. A stressful decision like this could potentially ruin the whole day. And what a waste that would be. This, of course, called for a strategy of avoiding the whole issue by developing an Option C.
For us, Option C involved going to Emma’s first communion this morning, then inviting Christine and the kids over to hang out and grill. Standing over a smoking grill filled with curry-and-garlic-marinated chicken, sizzling brats and good old hot dogs – with the sun on my back, a beer in my hand and a ballgame on the radio – while kids and cousins bounce around and play?
Good choice.
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