Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Finding Some Sanity

Things have been pretty crazy in my little world the past few days. I finally got interns at work. YES!! The mail and filing had been piling up and my office was a little hectic. But I have been training them, and they seem to be a good bunch. Competence, accuracy, and good social skills are the qualities I require in my interns. Do good work- but also be outgoing and be able to carry a conversation with me throughout the day.

Pathway to the Duck Pond

The weather was nice for a while here (though lately it has turned to overcast and in the 60s). The other weekend I took my dog for a walk to the DUCK POND. This was a childhood favorite place of mine. But sadly, when I went there again, it seemed different. When I was little- it seemed so big and wondrous, with many ducks, different flowers and even otters. But when I went there it just seemed sad. Only two ducks were there, the pond seemed small, and it didn't have that magic to it.

Two lonely ducks

Is that when we are children the world seems so much bigger and magical because we are so little? Is it because we are untainted and ignorant?

What was your favorite childhood place to visit? Do you think it would be as magical if you went back there now? Would it have changed?

In any case- spending time with family and friends helps keep me sane. The other weekend, it was my friend's birthday. (The one I surprised at the airport). Her birthday is one of my favorite holidays of the year. I think this is because us friends get together to eat, share stories and pick up as if we haven't spent a day apart. Her parents make the yummiest food, we have wine, and just laugh. Food, wine, and good company- could you really ask for anything more??

Delicious spreads and a homemade cake


Anita said...

I'm a little late in leaving this, but I hope that's okay. I was thinking about how the Duck Pond seemed smaller and sadder than you remembered and I've had a case of something similar myself. When I was a little girl and we were staying with my mother's parents, we would go to her home church. To me it always seemed vast and special. Then after my grandparents divorced, we didn't go back for several years. I was in high school the next time I set foot there and I was in shock at how tiny and dusty and worn down the building felt. To make a point, yes I do think sometimes that as we grow, some places do seem to lose the magic they held for us as a child.

Dani said...

Anita- thank you for sharing! Sometimes I wish for the innocence and wonder I held when I was a child.

Reya Mellicker said...

My favorite childhood place was a little square of forest in my neighborhood. It no longer exists since it was cut down to make room for more ugly suburban houses. But I still think about how much fun we had there, climbing one tree in particular, playing hide 'n seek, etc.

The woods in your pic are gorgeous, Dani!

janis said...

Dani~ I found you through a comment you made on Reya's blog about The Rainbow Bridge. Thank you for that lovely piece. Although the comment was made for Reya, I too appreciated it much. I have always opened my life to four legged family members. Through the years, we have dealt with death. I would never trade the hard goodbyes for my lovies brought much love and happiness. What you wrote was beautiful.
I look forward to reading your blog.
Janis from JustbreatheJanis