A slow winter Sunday
Yesterday morning I chased two horses. Today, it’s been exactly the sort of slow Sunday that a life is made of. Some days are full of activity and action and milestones but others are just normal.
Yesterday morning, while wandering through the village trying to get the baby to sleep, I saw two horses on the road without anybody around. I ran after them, and fortunately was joined by their owner. I briefly held onto one, and fed both of them bread.
Today there was a little snow on the ground in the morning, but it quickly disappeared given a day of heavy driving rain, and so we spent the day inside, tidying and playing board games and doing homework and colouring and having a fire.
That actually sounds pretty idyllic and maybe it was - it didn’t feel like it at the time. It just felt like a normal day where we achieved some small things, but mostly we took up our time just with ordinary living.
“Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans” or something like that, right?
In all honesty, I love weekends at home with the family. There’s usually at least some difficulty, but if we can get out into the garden and tramp around a bit, or go on a walk or just bathe (sometimes stew) in each other’s company… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll regret not doing lots of plans and activities and things like that in the future.
But maybe I’ll be glad that I wallowed in my family - that I spent regular deep time with them.
Maybe I shouldn’t optimise so heavily for what I’ll regret (or not) in the future - is a future version of me looking back at current me really a better judge of what I should be doing? Or even worse, current me imagining future me looking back at me.
I’m confident future me will say I should have gone jogging every day or something like that… but that’s fine for future me to say. Future me isn’t the one who has to do it.
Anyway, that’s not the point. It was a nice, warm, uneventful sort of day that looked a lot like this:
It’s hard to complain too much about a day that starts like this, isn’t it?