It’s a lovely spring day here in the Upper Valley.
This morning, I took the kids out to the farm after breakfast to get milk and eggs. We got our dairy for the week, petted doggies, looked at roosters, and had lollipops and cherry sodas. Then we went for a little drive along Mascoma Lake, went into town to spend an hour at the park and playground, and topped off the morning with a lunch at Enfield House of Pizza. All in all, it was just a lovely, relaxed morning. Now the kids are napping, and I’m catching up on some writing work.
I have a feeling that thirty or forty years hence, I won’t remember much of our roofing troubles, or whatever annoying expense is popping up this month…but I’m pretty sure days like today will still be vivid in my memory. My two kids, happy and healthy, petting the farm doggie, playing on the slides together, and sharing some chicken fingers at the local pizza place, a vignette of just another normal day.
On days like this one, I’m convinced that I have the best job on the planet. The hours suck, and the paychecks aren’t anything to write home about once you calculate the hourly wage…but the fringe benefits are terrific.