I’m a fan of the television series, “The Office” and one of my favorite episodes was Jim and Pam’s wedding. One of the things I remember best is Jim and Pam taking “snapshots” with imaginary cameras throughout the weekend to capture the moments as memories. It’s a lovely visual reminder to pay attention to what’s happening in the here and now.
This Labor Day was full of “snapshot” moments. We made a spontaneous road trip to Kanopolis State Park for a picnic by the lake. After the previous day was scorching and windy, the weather yesterday was cool and overcast with just a hint of breeze. A storm the previous night had cleared most of the holiday campers and deterred many of the day trip amateurs from heading out so there weren’t huge crowds. For us, it was perfect.
We grilled our lunch, thinking of our friend Melvin who passed away earlier this year. He made the tastiest butterfly pork chops for sandwiches and was kind enough to share his recipe and technique with me the last time he made them for our family reunion.
(“snap”) Thanks for the recipe and all the great memories, Mel. I hope we did you justice. They tasted like Illinois summer on the farm – delicious! So good in fact, we considered having a second helping as dessert which I think he’d take as a compliment.
After the picnic, Steve and I spent some luxurious time sitting side by side, reading and knitting in our folding camp chairs. With the insanity that was July and August, it was a gift to sit with my husband and just “be”.
(“snap”) I made some progress on my “Dotted Rays” project. It’s a Stephen West pattern (click here for the Ravelry link) and I’m working it in Manos del Uruguay “Fino”. The finished shawl will be a gift for my sister in celebration of her wedding. I worked good thoughts for her and her fiancee in with the stitches as I knit under a canopy of cottonwood trees.
While I indulged in fiber therapy, my dear husband was settled in his chair with a map of the area. Steve loves maps and while perusing one he picked up at the ranger’s office, he found a location near the lake where dwellings had been carved out of sandstone by settler’s in the 1800’s. Now the only thing Steve might love better than a map is a cave. There was nothing to do but pack up and try to find them.
(“snap”) With nothing to go on but a brief description, a partial map the size of a postage stamp, and the courage to drive a mini van down some questionable dirt roads, we found our way to Faris Caves in Ellsworth County. It’s a gorgeous spot and one that I’m adding to my list of counter arguments for all the people who want to tell me how flat Kansas is. As you can see, the man who always opens doors and waits patiently for me when we go anywhere was bounding down the trail in giddy excitement, leaving me in the dust. Seeing Steve find a new “happy place” was just as much fun for me as it was to explore this area.
I’m grateful for days like this. They serve to remind me that it’s healthy to say “Why not?” in response to a spontaneous request instead of “Why?” once in awhile. I hate to think what I would have (“snap”) missed out on.