In my previous post, I extolled the virtues of work and how being absorbed by work can make for a satisfying life. Today I’m going to extol the virtues of goofing off. As the saying goes, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” And Jackie a dull girl, too.
Yesterday, the afternoon was so sunny and fine that even though there was much yard work to do, Clif and I decided to go on a bike ride. “After all,” Clif reasoned, “we won’t have many more days like this.”
No, we won’t. When the temperature dips below 50 degrees, biking is mighty uncomfortable. At least for me.
So off we went, leaving a yard full of leaves to be raked, gardens to be clipped, and wood to be stacked. Our first stop was the library, where we took pictures of the addition. So exciting to see the walls going up!
I also went into the library to pick up a book that I had ordered through interlibrary loan. While I waited in line—Bailey Library is one busy place, that’s for sure—I chatted with Pam, who is on the expansion committee, and we both spoke enthusiastically about the addition’s walls.
On the way out, I found a May 2014 Smithsonian on the discard shelf, and I scooped it up. Both the book and the magazine went into the pack on my bike, and off Clif and I went down Memorial Drive.
Along the way, I had to stop and take a picture of Joan’s mums, which are growing so profusely in her garden that at first I couldn’t believe they were actually mums. But Joan was in her yard, and she assured me that they were indeed mums, started from one pot of plants.
“No,” she answered. “Never.”
Neither have I. Must be just the right spot, and how welcome those mums are this time of year when most of the other flowers have gone by.
Down Memorial Drive we went, by shimmering Maranacook Lake. We dodged the water-pipe construction and stopped by the little marsh to take a few pictures. Not much color yet, but the marsh is lovely anyway, whatever the season.
When we got home, it was still warm enough to have drinks on the patio. “After all,” I said, “we won’t be able to do this much longer.” By the end of October, it’s too cold to sit on the patio, and the furniture must come in.
After drinks, we did do a bit of work. Clif hauled in some wood, I took in the laundry, and we made pancakes and home fries for dinner.
Work and play. The best life, I think, is a mix of the two, where one complements the other, leaving a person both fulfilled and refreshed.