Swinging in the Rain

Today is my day off. It always seems like my days "off" are just as busy as my (on?) days, but no matter; today I got to swing and it made me feel 4 again. (Or 11 or 15 or any other age that I've loved to swing, which is all of them.)

Although I've spent a good portion of the day doing work -- putting together a presentation, cleaning my bathroom, buying Drano -- the 8 minutes I spent swinging this morning were refreshing. I had just dropped Pete off at the airport (it's guy's weekend, better known as "mancation," at his cabin in MN) and I decided to go for a walk. It was drizzling and overcast, but so much better than the 100 degrees it was yesterday.

So off I went. On the way back, I eyed the swingset as I got closer, finally plopping my red shorts onto a soggy swing and taking hold of the slippery metal chains. This was about the time I would've been checking my e-mail at work. ... Who wouldn't make that trade?

Across the pond was a dad fishing with his son. The dad kept looking over and I imagine thinking "she's too big to be on a swing." Or maybe he was just wishing he could swing, too, without looking childish in front of the boy. No one is too big to swing.

Now it's 8:15 and almost dark outside and I'm wishing I was back on that swing because my sloth of a computer is driving me nuts. How am I supposed to put a presentation together if each slide takes half a lifetime to pop up? And somewhere along the line, my desktop background decided to turn black.

Maybe it's a sign from God that I should do something else.

P.S. Just in case you forgot how tall I am or the fact that I generally look dreadful in anything yellow, the picture below is not of me.