To each his own. To me my own.

Going Up

I’ve been going into bloggie DT’s. True I’m sitting underneath a Carolina blue sky on a beautiful day, but the yearn to post something these past few days has more than gotten to me. For some reason on Sundays I always get either really nostalgic or fall into a semi state of depression. It is, after all, the day the weekend ends and I have to go back home to my worklife daily ritual. I’m very thankful for my ritual, my job and the whole nine yards, don’t get me wrong. It just pains me to see Friday into Saturday into Sunday, end.

Short of driving up to the mountains this weekend (we knew better, it’s prime weekend for the season so we’ll just exercise crowd-control) we’re planning to ride 5 minutes past K’s house to a local mountain, not near as high as it’s lofty counterparts but shall satisfy the ole’ mountain yearn nonetheless. It’s a state park called Crowder’s Mountain, and the mountain is only accessible through hiking. The last time I was up there, I was 6 months pregnant. It was me, my husband and another couple, the other lady was almost 9 months pregnant. It doesn’t take a glance backward to see how very stupid we were for attempting to climb a mountain that far into a pregnancy, but we all made it to the very top and came out okay. Twenty-three years later, I shall attempt it again – just not in tiptop shape this time so say a prayer for me. 🙂

We covered up K’s pool yesterday, another thing needing done but I think both of us dreaded. He just smiles and says awww every time I look our beyond the patio window and say how sad it is. Soon the trees will be barren, and everything will appear dead for several months. A Spring/Summer person I am. As hot of a Summer as we’ve had… I do try and soak up every little minute we have of the warm feel and look of those seasons.  



4 responses

  1. I, too, am a warm weather gal. I never have really welcomed winter. Especially when we lived in Ohio and Michigan. Brrr. Texas is a little kinder. Blessings to you, Bonnie…

    October 17, 2010 at 5:52 pm

  2. Bonnie

    Oh, Ohio and Michigan, yes they’re frigid in the winter months, plus longer winters. I’m sure Texas is kinder in that regard! Well, we’ve only got a little over five months until Spring. hehe! Blessings to you too, dear Carol Ann.

    October 18, 2010 at 8:26 am

  3. Helen

    After my divorce from my first husband I fell in love with Eddie. I had moved my child and myself back into my parent’s house. Even though I was 20, and a mother,I had to live with my dad’s rule….I could only go out on friday and saturday nights. I also had to be home by 12 midnight. When I started dating Eddie it posed the same problem for me as it does for you. I would wait ALL WEEK for friday to get here. All I could think of was getting to see Eddie, but in the corner hiding, was…Sunday. How I wished I could make the week go faster and the weekend slower. I too would slip into a “depression” knowing I had to wait 5 days to see him again. At the time I thought I would die before I got to see him again. Now I look back at that time and smile. Yes, it was hard, but it all worked out in the end as I’m sure it will for you and K. I think it made the 2 days we had together, that more special.

    October 18, 2010 at 3:07 pm

    • Bonnie

      Awww… reading this made me smile big Helen. 😀 Not for the time you had to go without seeing Eddie, but because I see so much of myself in your own description. True love prevails, doesn’t it? What I don’t want is to start wishing my life away. Guess I just need to find a happy medium somewhere in there! 🙂

      October 18, 2010 at 8:49 pm

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