Sunny Rock

Well this was probably the most sun I saw all day. Spent most of it stuck in a chair plugging away at coursework, having flashbacks to taking classes right after Jo was born. Not only did I have the stress of needing to child proof my house to keep a very inquisitive baby safe, but I had the stress of taking a child development class which included an assignment to...wait for it...make a diagram of my house and explain how I might baby proof it. Sometimes it all feels very silly.

That probably came to mind because I spent about an hour and a half with Jo on Zoom this morning, which was a highlight of the day. 

A confession about the photo though: I don't really like it. I got out for a short walk today and these colorful rocks, apparently painted by children, were placed at various points along the path. I must have come across about a dozen or so. But honestly I don't go for walks in the woods so I can see things made by people. I get my smiles from all the trees and moss and birds and such. So the rocks are more of a distraction, really.

Which reminds me of another story. I used to draw little colorful messages on a white board near the entrance of the after school program I was running. One day I drew a little scene with the words "Think Spring!" Jo came in, saw it, and said "Don't tell me what to do!" Which gave me a useful and frankly amusing insight into Jo.

Perhaps the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, as they say. The rocks didn't make me feel grumpy or anything, and I didn't throw them off into the woods, though on another day I might have. This one was nice and after all I took a photo of it. But at times even things like this can feel intrusive. Sometimes I go for a walk just to think whatever I damn well choose!