29 July 2011

Thinking Time

Don't tell my dad, but back in the day I used to love to mow our yard. Weird, right? We had lots o' acres (12-ish), but trees and a pond, so I'm not sure how many actual mowable acres we had. However many you can mow in 6 hours on a riding lawnmower.

I liked mowing our yard because that's when I did my best thinkin'. I'd sort things out. Plan. Worry. (Agonize. Stress. Stew. Fuss. Etc. Etc.) Plot. Daydream. Try to figure out teenage boys.

Those were some good hours. They were healthy. They were needed. They were peaceful.

I don't have that kind of time anymore. My husband, son and I carpool to and from work so no thinking time there. I work at, well, work, so no personal thinking time there (not much anyway). I don't take long showers. I rarely take a bubble bath. I don't even grocery shop alone. I'm thinking I need some thinking time. Maybe a big yard to mow.

This is a picture of my dad's yard. (And my brother's friend. Since I didn't ask her permission to use this pic, I put a flower on her face. Seems fair.) What you see is about a third of what I had to mow.

1 comment:

Sassytimes said...

I (sort of) envy my husband for this reason. We have 8+ acres, about 5 of which we (well, he) mow. That's about 2 solid hours of alone, thinking time. I rarely get that time. The moments I do have alone, like driving to and from work, I use to catch up with friends over the phone.

Isn't it funny the things you think about that you loved, and now miss, from your younger days? One of mine is sitting outside, after dark, on my parents porch swing and listening to the sounds of the night. Now, I 'could' do that, but I'm too exhausted to. I'd rather just go to sleep. One of these days though...that was always my thinking time.