The point of this story: I had a good day.
It was a glorious day out and I thought it would be awesome to go out on a walk. I am in a new town right now that I haven't really explored. It's a pretty small town; it has a post office that's only opened for roughly two hours every morning, a bar if you want to go out to eat, and a small antique shop... that's about it. and I will tell you, it is extraordinarily windy, and rainy out on a daily basis. So when this really nice clear day came about, I had to take advantage. It was pretty fun. I recently got a new Bluetooth portable speaker thing, so I attached it to my belt loop on my jeans and had it blasting music as I walked around town.
Being in a smaller town is pretty interesting, everyone knows everyone else, you get a lot of people waving at you, and there is no way you can get lost.
My goal for this walk was to go check out the antique shop in town. I actually love checking out antiques, with those little animal figurines being my weakness (which makes me sound like a little old lady with a collection problem, but whatever) and I am also on the lookout to find a metal belt. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything that suited my needs, but the owner was super nice.
After browsing around the shop a little, I left and went on exploring the town, all the while jamming out with my speaker. That's when I stumbled across the school playground and I just let the 7 year old out and began running all over. It was exhilarating. I ran up the slide, tried the monkey bars, slid down the stair railing, spun around on the swings, and smashed my knee into a metal pole (ouch). after all that, I had to limp home and go ice m now throbbing knee. It was worth it.
Once I got back home, I found a nice ice pack and settled down on the back porch. Icing my knee, minding my own business, I was suddenly attacked. Hearing a screech, and a flap of wings, I was dive bombed by a barn swallow, and then another, and another. Apparently I was very close to one of their nests, and they didn't like that. They had built a mud hut for themselves underneath the porch, and also one on the side of the house. holding my ice pack over my head I quickly went back into the house.
To end the day, my family and I decided that hot-dogs and marshmallows would be great, and so did the first ever bonfire of the year at the new house. we also got some fireworks, and set those off. We burned ourselves, blinded ourselves, got a little tipsy, and threw fire crackers into the fire. It sounds much more destructive then it actually was.
To end the day, we curled up downstairs and tried watching this movie called The Hangover. Sadly, the shenanigans of the day caught up to me, and I fell asleep very early in the movie so I'll have to try watching it again another time (I have never seen it and and really want to).
The day was made up of all these little moments that made it relaxing, and engaging at the same time. It was so nice, that I felt like immortalizing it in a post.