2018 · February

Duck Pond and Long Conversations

Hello, Readers!

Due to the fact I don’t have a book to review every Wednesday, I think I’ll toss those into the mix when I have one ready to go. While I don’t know what I’ll officially fill this day in with, I do have something for today. Maybe I will fill it in with hobbies that I enjoy doing when I’m not writing. That could be entertaining. I have plenty that I’m working on right now.

Craftwise, I’m currently working on a yarn poof rug that I found a tutorial for. It is coming along nicely or even one of my blanket creations, I am working on for my oldest daughter. There are puzzles the hubby man and I work on when we don’t feel like sitting in front of the television. So, there is plenty of things to document here.

As for today, I want to share with you something that we did yesterday. I’ve been feeling pretty low as you got from Monday’s blog post. It has been some time, quite a lot actually that I’ve started to slip away from things that I’ve loved to do, and shifted into just biding away my time. It hit me like a Mack truck when I came to that realization.

I don’t listen to music like I used and I don’t really do a lot that I truly enjoy for the most part. I’ve been drifting aimlessly as I move from day to day life. That isn’t a way to truly live. When I got the much-needed opportunity to talk on a deeper level with my hubby man it helped. He told me yesterday to be ready to go out when he got home from work. That was the only thing he said.

Needless to say, I was ready when he got home. He pulled out our dog’s harness. This is something we only use when he travels in the car so we can attach his seatbelt to it. Anyway, that was all I needed to know that wherever we were headed the dog was along for the trip. Still, I had no clue where we could be going.

I can’t tell you how pleasantly surprised I was that we found ourselves at one of my favorite places – The Duck Pond. Or at least, that is what I call it. Everyone else calls it Beus Pond Park. It is a small park with a pathway that circles a duck pond. They have a few grills and tables to sit at, but for the most part, you go there to walk around and enjoy nature. Due to the fact that we really haven’t had much of a winter here in Utah (really uncommon here), there were plenty of ducks back in the pond already. Short of avoiding stepping in duck pucky, there wasn’t anything to stop us from walking and thoroughly enjoying the area around us.

The whole time that we were walking around the pond it gave us time to talk, to make plans for our future and to vow that this year we were going to make more time to come out here and spend. Last year, we failed that part terribly. I was able to talk through my frustrations when it came to working and where it was headed. We discussed how I felt less like myself and even discussed his job and how he overcomes that same sort of feelings.

I can’t explain how much I truly needed this time with the hubby man and talking things over as I’d been holding so much in for so long. Today, I feel rejuvenated and more like myself. So, here is to the journey of learning who I am once more, writing the things that make me happy, and discovering our adventures along the way.

Here are some pictures from the duck pond. Remember to L.O.L. (Live it, Own it, Love it) or it isn’t worth doing.

4 thoughts on “Duck Pond and Long Conversations

    1. They were huge. The pictures don’t show the sheer size of them, but two were coming over to greet Truckie. I had to tell the hubby man we should probably keep walking. Truckie wants to ‘play’ with them and Brad and I have both been chased by ducks before. Haha

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