A Good Day

I went swimming in the lake today.  To get down to the lake from the house, you have to scoot on your butt down a grassy embankment too steep to walk down, and then when you hit the rocks, if you look carefully, there's a sort of hidden stone staircase down to the beach that you skip down to get to the water.  It's usually necessary to admonish oneself to slow down before you slip and fall and crack your head open.  Oh.  Right.  Once I was down there, I waded carefully in up to my waist (the rocky bottom requires the surefooted-ness of a Shetland pony) before diving under, emerging gasping as the cold water soaked me.  I couldn't help it - I laughed.  The sun was shining down on me, I was immersed in water, and I remembered that it is this, these moments that matter.  Those are the ones you go back to when you're sad or lonely or broken-hearted.

I made a good day for myself today.  Besides the swimming, I mean.  I drove to a neighboring town and got coffee from my favorite coffee shop of all time. It's called The Orange Cat.  How can you not love it?  I read my book, Three Junes while I sipped my coffee, and talked to a grandmother about her two-year-old grandson.  He and I played peek-a-boo around the chairs and he gleefully handed me every leaf he'd collected on their walk, one by one.  He also tried to share his scone with me.  What can I say, I make those boys weak in the knees.

'Tis aptly named

I biked to a yard sale near the house and got a bright red bowl that I'll eat oatmeal from.  I also got a small wooden box that will be exactly perfect for what it's intended.  I love when you find those things.  Especially for fifty cents.  I biked home, smiling at my purchases, and then lazed in the sun, taking zillions of pictures (mostly of my boy) and eventually heading to the water for the aforementioned dip.

It was only after all that fun that the fact that my insomnia is back and woke me up at 3:20 this morning caught up with me.  I woke up an hour or so ago from my "nap" and now will probably be awake most of the night.  Ah well.  At least I'll have good memories of today to get me through the nighttime loneliness.  Maybe I'll be awake to see the sun rise over the water.  It's magical.  And who says I can't have massive amounts of coffee tomorrow to get me through?  Not me, that's for sure.