Last Saturday (Oct 6), we managed to have an idyllic day in Baltimore: I think it was the universe's gift to me for missing Canadian Thanksgiving and not getting a day off even for Columbus Day.
We took the kids push-bike riding (bikes with pedals removed and seats way down low--I wish I had learnt that way, it looks a lot less scary) at Robert E Lee Park. The air was crisp and cool, the reservoir mossy green, the dogs in the dog park frolicsome: lovely.
Then we stopped at Donna's in Cross-Keys Village and had dinner. We NEVER eat out unless we are travelling (barring lattes and bacon at Atwaters some weekend mornings). Certainly we don't go out for dinner. With children. To expensive restaurants. Who attempts that kind of foolishness??
My expensive dinner at Donna's featured a surfeit of shellfish and fresh pasta that I still feel overstuffed from (yum yum). Husband had a kobe beef burger. Children had pizza followed by a cupcake.
Each event fell easily after the previous: there was no rush, no strain, no disappointment. The children behaved: there was no fighting, no whining, no embarrassing detours into ill-mannered urchin territory.
For contrast, consider the day we tried to go duck-pin bowling: no lanes available. So we detoured to the totlot . . . and arrived just as it started raining. And then everyone except Husband had an ugly screamy fit and, bereft of good suggestions, we went home to glare at each other and mutter nasty things to the equally fractious cats.
Sometimes it seems like every idea bumps up against an unforeseen obstacle and everyone just wishes they could bludgeon something to bits. In fact, it often feels that way.
So, thanks to the Great Canadian North, for on its thanksgiving weekend we had an unusually resplendent fall day.