This past weekend, I deliberately did not do two activities on my list of things that I wanted to accomplish. The sad part is that Sunday was the last day to do either of them.
Why not? I realized that what I really wanted to do on such a gorgeous sunny day was spend time with my honey, preferably not with a crowd. And so we found a wildlife refuge not far from our house, where we have never been. We walked down the bluffs to the swampy area next to the river, and saw fewer than twenty people in a few hours. We saw ducks and a faraway eagle and two snakes. It was heaven. I'm not sure what I'll have to do next summer to get into the mood to wait in line to play miniature golf, or to spend a day eating and drinking among thousands of people speaking in an olde English accent, but I have a whole year to figure it out.