So I went down to visit my brother and sister-in-law and niece this past weekend. We had a lovely time just hanging out together, not getting up to much. Played games and watched Scooby-Doo and generally just caught up with one another. And, of course, got a good amount of niece time in. I thought I might do a little exploring in Portland but it was rainy and I was lazy and so I did not. The change of scenery and the lovely company, though, were more than adequate for a really lovely time.
An additional highlight of course came in the form of Cooper, a very handsome but very shy kitty. He knows me pretty well but even so, didn’t want to come out of hiding much for me. But he does have his photogenic moments, as showcased below.
So very precious, isn’t he? I will always be here for a cute cat snuggle so ten points to you on that front, Cooper and family.
So we did go on a big family adventure to walk down the Columbia River a little bit. A bit of a blustery season for river walking but it was relatively warm and our whole sojourn was gloriously free of rain. The walking pace of a two year old is not quite the pace of a twentysomething gay man but we can all use a lesson in patience, yes? And it just allowed more time for chatting and playing Pokémon Go.
When we got to the river, we had a little time on the beach/shore/bank/whatever you call it on a river but where it’s sandy. And my niece got to throw some rocks into the water because why not? It was a lucky thing she didn’t tumble into the river with how close she felt she needed to be in order to throw them in but she remained blessedly dry. And then, when it was time to keep moving to go down a little pier thing, she insisted that she needed to throw some more rocks.
Two year olds, you may be aware, can be really quite obstinate on obscure points.
So as we proceeded, she picked up additional rocks from beside the path and stowed them in her pockets for throwing in the water later. This in and of itself didn’t bother me but it was the time taken to choose each rock that seemed egregious. To be fair, it’s not like she spent ten minutes choosing each individual stone. It wasn’t really all that long. But it felt like ages because she wasn’t skipping them or anything, she just wanted rocks to throw in the water. Though I suppose she had some convoluted toddler reasoning for her choices but that’s beside the point.
We made it, eventually, to the end of the pier/causeway/jetty thing and she got to go back down to the water to empty her pockets into the river.
I could make this about not holding onto things that will only weigh you down (which is a valid lesson) but here’s the thing that I think I need to hear more: make decisions. When the question is which stone to toss meaninglessly into a moving body of water, just pick one up and let it go. It just doesn’t matter all that much.
I am a very indecisive person (this is not shocking to any of you who have spent much time with me). And the thing is, I actually don’t have a strong opinion a lot of the time. Sometimes, I’ll say that just to make someone else more comfortable or because I want to be courteous, but often it’s because I really don’t mind a whole lot. But all the same, if I don’t mind a whole lot, then it doesn’t really cost much just to choose. If the rock doesn’t matter, then it shouldn’t take ages to pick one up. You know what I mean? So there’s my little nugget of learning for the week.
I’ll be honest, I’m not optimistic about growth in that area right now because there’s just a lot of other stuff going on in my life right now. But it’s something to be aware of. Not the indecisive part (I’ve know that for ages) but the part about just picking up a rock and throwing. It can be done. Small choices don’t have to be agonizing ones.
Anyway, here’s a line from poet Leah Umansky, “At times, the extraordinary overtakes me. A kiss, a new book, a moment of flattery, laughter or a happy mistake.” Let us enjoy our moments of extraordinary as we throw our chosen rocks into whatever water we have before us.