We’ve been by the lake for a little more than a week. It feels good to relax and take it easy, even if I can’t get into the water, yet. I know my day will come. Today marks five weeks and a day since my last day of school and my summer break has been full of surprises. It also means summer break is at its halfway point.
It’s also been four weeks and a day since my knee surgery and the incision is healing well and it looks good, but I am erring on the side of caution before venturing into the lake or submerging or exposing my new knee to any sort of water beyond a shower. Yesterday, I checked with my physical therapist and she told me to wait, so I will. A few more days out of the water are a small price to pay.
We’ve been spending our summers along this lake since we were married and I recall my first visit in the July of ’92. Each summer has a been a bit different, there were the years before we had kids, the years of infancy and the toddler years – twice, the years with the in-laws and now without them, and now the teenage years and post teenage years, for one. Our kids are growing and so are we. This place is full of memories for me and our kids and there is a constancy in our place by the lake.
Last Friday marked a first, at least for me. I was sitting on the deck reading when I looked up to see a float plane landing on the far side lake. I am certain there have float planes which have landed and taken off on the lake before, but I had never seen one or seen pictures of a float plane on our lake.
I grabbed the good camera and took photos. I watched as the plane taxied along the shoreline and anchored in the bay not far from our cottage. I wasn’t alone, almost all of the folks along the lake watched as the plane moved down the lake to the bay.
Saturday morning, we watched the plane taxi along the shore in the opposite direction and take off, not once, but twice. It returned and docked for another day. Sunday morning it took off for a final time and it was gone.
The float plane reminded me of a book I read when I was learning to be a teacher – Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. It’s the story of a young boy, Brian, who is flying to visit his father for the summer and it crashes in the Canadian wilderness. The pilot is killed but Brian survives using the hatchet his mother had given him before he boarded the plane. Brian learns to survive using the hatchet and trial and error. The story brought back memories of reading (and re-reading) My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George. Both books are excellent stories to spur adventure and curiosity in a young reader, especially one like me.
It’s incredible how my memories are connected to the books I’ve read and songs I’ve listened to. I was reminded this morning how complex our world really is. It makes me that much more curious and full of wonder.
The past couple of days have been windy and the lake has been choppy. This morning it is calm and the lake is smooth. A perfect opportunity to get out on the lake and enjoy the water. Perhaps, I’ll take another boat ride after being towed to the boat.
It is Tuesday and it is half way between the beginning and the end of summer break. But the end is always a new beginning, life is a cycle and we are constantly moving forward. Always.
The leg and the knee continue to heal and I am reminded by blogging friend Jansen Schmidt that we need to be patient and positive – two words for my Tuesday. Healing takes time and patience which is a quality I sometimes find I am a little bit short of. It also takes being positive.
Regardless of whether it is Tuesday or halfway, its going to be a great day. I know it and I can feel it. I am going to be patient and positive with whatever comes my way. So, I’d better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one surprise after another, but ready for whatever comes my way.
What two words do you have for your day?