[This is part of the ongoing accounting of my weekly-ish searches for fun, thanks to the recommendations of Julia Cameron in The Artist's Way. For all of my weekly excursion posts, click here.]
This week the excursion 'o fun fell to Friday - I wasn't all that organized about it, and I woke up on Friday like a zombie. Sam played double header baseball games on Thursday night that didn't end until 10 pm (and it was so cold that by the end of the games I was sitting completely inside a sleeping bag and had a hand warmer in my bra.) So we were going to be low on sleep anyway, and then Steve picked that night to go completely apeshit from about 2-3 am. I'm guessing he had a legitimate reason when he started - probably coyotes or a bear - but after about a half hour I'm pretty sure he was just practicing his barking. Despite a few very cranky yells from me, it took him another half hour to settle down. Good thing we love him. So Friday was not looking like it was going to be the most productive morning of my life, and then I had a great idea - search out something interesting. It wasn't like anything all that productive was going to happen that morning anyway. So I headed off to get some tacos, and then completely aimlessly pointed my car towards the parkway.
A side note here - the tacos as part of the weekly outing are getting to be a little bit of a rut themselves, but they are SO GOOD that I've decided that's ok. Julia Cameron's main directive for these outings is: "Think magic. Think delight. Think fun." And Taco Billy fits the bill on all three, so the tacos are staying.
At first once I got onto the parkway I was kind of thinking that, despite the stunning scenery, this outing was a bust - I forgot the lawn chair, and sitting in your car eating a taco at the overlook isn't quite as great. I've decided a crucial element of getting outside is... actually getting outside. So the car as seat doesn't cut it. But then I started backtracking towards home and stopped off at the French Broad River Park, and lo and behold there was some magic in the river this morning. The steam and the sun were rising together, and it was beautiful, and nothing I ever really do, and the magic found me again.
I'm guessing at some point in these outings I'm going to have to stop expecting magic, and start settling for a little less. Entertainment? Interest? A little fun? But for now the magic is still strong, and I'm soaking up every bit of it.