Monday, October 8, 2012
I generally work five days a week but my days off vary from month to month. This month, I'm off every weekend. Sometimes I prefer my days off to be during the week because then it means more time to myself. Time for Jay and I to have a coffee date or just time to be alone and putter around cleaning, crafting, or whatever. But right now I'm enjoying the weekends off. The kids are home more and they're going through a phase where they are mostly pleasant to be around and I'm enjoying being near them.
This past Saturday I walked with the girl to the neighborhood park. As I sat watching her swing, I thought about how much I love my neighborhood.
*It's quiet, safe, and filled with kooky people.
*It's within walking distance of both of the kids' schools, the library, the grocery store, the skate park, the liquor store (just sayin') and the farmers market. I'm also close enough to ride my bike to work. I never have, but I could.
*The park is walled off on one side by wild blackberry bushes.
*There's a man in my neighborhood who rides a unicycle to work. He walks his daughter half-way to school, kisses her at the corner, then hops on his unicycle and goes on his way. The first time I saw this I wasn't quite sure what I was looking at. I had to see it one more time for it to register in my brain that the man was indeed on a unicycle. (Unrelated: We also used to have a neighbor who rode a Segway to work but I think he moved.)
Jay and I had never planned to stay in this apartment as long as we have. It was meant to be a stop gap measure while we settled into life in Oregon. But, three years later, here we still are. We've talked about moving many times (the major downside to where we live is that the apartment is small) but the list of Pros in favor of staying far outweighs the Cons, so for now anyway, we remain.