It’s Spring Break here, and though we wanted a pretty low key week, we had planned to Fort Worth Tuesday and Wednesday to art museum hop, maybe hit the Botanic Gardens, and eat good food. But then Bill got called for jury duty. He reported Monday morning, found out he was assigned to a trial, and was sent home to come back Tuesday morning. This was not boding well for our trip. Yesterday he reported back, found out there was new evidence, and was told to return after lunch. Sigh. About half an hour later, he got a call from the clerk: the case had settled (must of been a pretty important piece of evidence)! By this time, though, it was almost 11:00 and we just decided to move the trip to Wednesday and Thursday.
I was thrilled that our trip wasn’t canceled (and it even means we’ll get to see some friends who are only free on Thursday), but I still was a bit disappointed it wasn’t happening RIGHT THEN. It has been a busy few weeks and I was looking forward to some fun time with my people. So I cuddled up on the couch with a cup of chai, a book, and a wee bit of self pity.
Molly declared she was going outside and asked me to come. Nah. Still lazy, feeing sorry for myself. “Mom, you can just sit in the chair and read your book outside.” I relented and pushed her in the swing a while. Then I got the clippers and the broom and started clearing and cleaning. Bill joined us. Jane Anne brought a book and a blanket. Four hours later we were still outside. We could see the fruits of our labors: a big pile of brush, a much cleaner porch, a patio table ready for an outdoor dinner, a yard that looked ready for spring. And, shockingly, my mood was a lot better.
I don’t know why it’s so hard to get motivated to be outside, to get a bit dirty, to sweat a little. But I do know that just like the little red bud on my tree, the signs of renewal are clear.