random thoughts – Day 1,223 – (Sunday) – weekend fun

Saturday night rolled around, and I had plans with friends. They live several miles from The BungaLowell in the countryside of central Mass where there are a lot of trees and they have chickens and the neighbors have sheep and horses.

Sunday drive on a country road.

Winston and I drove out there Saturday afternoon and as soon as I hit the wooded road, I felt calm. I haven’t spent nearly enough time outdoors among the trees. Spring passed and summer arrived without any hiking done. Thoughts of hikes had been displaced by rain and inertia triggered by weeks of headaches and the leg that hurt. 

Winston had a chance to meet Marco Polo, the resident canine, and Lincoln, a visiting pooch. While the pups stayed at the house in their respective crates and cushiony beds, the humans went out for dinner at the Tavern in the center of town. After cocktails and dinner, we headed around the corner for a speaking presentation by Father Nathan Monk, self-described “Dyslexic author. Former priest. Depressive humorist.” I will say, he is not everyone’s cup of tea, but he is most definitely my cup of tea. He is most interesting and I really enjoyed his storytelling.

This morning, we sat on the deck under a blue sky. From across the yard and through the trees, the sheep next door could be heard bleating. An eagle soared overhead. Lincoln, the young visiting Yorkie, alternated between relaxing and running around the deck with the zoomies. Winston relaxed.

The Sunday drive home along the country dirt road was beautiful. Sunlight filtered through the trees before we were spit out onto a state highway. It was much nicer than the Interstate. The entire visit was most refreshing and much needed.