A Day Off Work

Everybody likes to have a day off work, I know I always look forward to spending a day away from the farm.  Isn't there a saying that a break is as good as a change or something along that line.  Everytime we are taking a day off, the sweet, innocent, niave, gullible child buried deep within gets all gittery with anticipation of doing something out of the ordinary and new, and that poor misquided child is always disappointed.  We drive an hour and a half to the city, past all the same scenery that we have seen for the past 30 years, go to the exact same stores we always go to, most of the time in the same order as always, too.  We eat at the same restaurant and then make the same return drive as always... and to make matters even sadder than they were, I think in the past few years, as we get older...we are even having the same conversations as always too...

I have realized lately that there is a small part of me that yearns for an adventure...Oh nothing to crazy, but something extra-ordinary. A road trip I think... I  have always wanted to see the east coast. Quaint villages in Quebec in the autumn when the maples are turning colour, Niagra falls to ride on the Queen of the mists, to stand on the Canadian Shield and dip my toes into lake Ontario.

 One of the things I have always wanted to do is canoe down the milk river in southern Alberta and see the Writing on Stone archeological site.

they think some of these petroglyph's are as much 3000 years old. Incredible.  I love stuff like this, it stretches my brain.

Some times I feel like I might go a little insane with lifes mundaneness. As though under different circumstances I might have been so much more. Like a fruit tree that blooms but never sets any fruit. Some how unfulfilled. Wanting.

When I was young, before I married I used to dream of being an English teacher, I was inspired by my grade 10+ English teacher Mrs. Dicmanus (yes she was married to the BC football player) She gave me the tools to keep going to school,she once told me that it was alright to be great at just one thing but that I should never stop challenging myself, she let me work at my own pace, which was grade 11 english in grade 10 and guided me with kindness and enthusiasm for which I will be forever grateful.

Life gets in the way of our dreams most of the time, and as you know I never became a teacher. I don't think I would have made a very good one since I was never very good at any other subject other than English.  But that doesn't mean we can't still dream and wish and yes, even yearn for something more.