Do you ever get the Sundays? By “the Sundays” I mean it’s Sunday afternoon or evening and all of a sudden out of nowhere, you’re all sad and bummed-out feeling. I’ve been getting the Sundays on and off since I was a kid. I remember being at my grandparents’ house one Sunday and I just started crying. When my mom asked me what was wrong, I said something about how I was sad it was Sunday and I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep that night and I had to get up and go to school in the morning and (I didn’t say this at the time) but sometimes even though this is silly that shit just gets a little overwhelming.
My biggest tip for curing the Sundays (aside from having the kind of super-awesome life that never results in suffering from them, which is the kind of bullshit advice people who believe in The Secret or who tell you to start living your dreams today would give you, because if it were that easy we’d all be doing it right now, thanks, please send me a big wad of cash and I’ll get right on that) is to get the hell out of the house (or wherever you live). Seriously, just get out. It’s not always that easy, either, but it almost always helps.
The rest of this post is incredibly photo heavy. In case you didn’t get out today, you can come with us.
If possible, go to a place where there are big, beautiful trees. The trees are more important than anything else, including whether you go alone or with anybody else. If you go alone, bring a good book. Either way, bring a beer if you might enjoy one.
If you can ride your bike, please do. Even if it’s 900 degrees when you set out and you think only a completely crazy person would ride a bike on the surface of the sun like you’re doing right now. If you’re lucky, and today you are, the clouds will roll in right after you complain about how hot it is, a nice breeze will kick up, and by the time you find a nice shady spot under the aforementioned trees, you’ll be feeling pretty silly about how mad you got that it was so freaking hot.
It’s totally cool to bring a camera. You can take pictures of whatever you see that looks interesting and/or silly. I often see people who look so amazing I want to stop and take their picture so I can share it with you. I never actually do it, because I’m shy and I’m not like Mr. Newton Copenhagen Street Style the Locals or anything and who in the hell wants his or her photo on my website anyway, but I think about it all the time. Today at the park, I saw two people who were so summer beautiful they could’ve cured the Sundays by the power of their awesomeness alone. The woman was wearing a black and white patterned dress and the man was wearing a crisp lemon meringue shirt and white pants. People who can pull off yellow amaze me.
If you’re alone, read a book or maybe catch up on those Sports Illustrateds that have been piling up next to your bed (if your fantasy football draft is tomorrow, um, yikes, you’re totally not prepared, are you?). If you’re with someone, play catch, at least for a few minutes. (While we’re talking about catch, if you’re ever going to a party such as a company picnic that is held at a park and you won’t know many people there, bring a football. You can’t ever go wrong with a football and it might even get a dork like me to have fun hanging out with a teenaged boy who knows how to throw to someone who doesn’t know how to catch.)
Take a few minutes to notice the stuff on the ground. If you’re lucky, in addition to weirdly underdeveloped green acorns and poop, you might find ghostly dead leaves.
Warning: We have arrived at the gratuitous toddler portion of today’s excursion. If you encounter an elephant or any other decorative/playground animal, someone must sit on it.
Swings are iffy. Go on one if you want but don’t feel any pressure. Soren gets a little freaked out about them at first. Right before this picture was taken, he held his breath, pursed his lips, and turned into a big giant tomato. He was terrified. This is when he started to calm down a bit. When I catch Soren being afraid, I do the following: (1) calmly reassure him that everything is okay and this isn’t that scary; (2) tell him that if he’s still scared after a few minutes, we will remove him from the offending sensory input. I hope this is a good balance. I don’t want to immediately swoop in and “rescue” him when he’s scared or nervous about something, but I also don’t want to minimize or dismiss his fears. (I was a relatively fearful child and I think this would’ve worked for me.)
Provide reassurance or be reassured as needed.
Hang in there. City Park is looking reasonably lush for Colorado this late in the summer, isn’t it?
At some point, if you wanted to think about maybe having a little fun, that would be cool. Right before this, we were chatting with a woman from Elizabeth who was at the park with her daughter (who was 2 and afraid of the elephant) and her husband. They were in town for the funeral of her best friend and some guy is trying to buy their water rights (they have a well), which is downright nuts if you ask me. I had no idea water law was a thing until I came to Colorado. You might not believe me, but it’s actually fascinating (although take this with a grain of salt, because I find stuff like mergers and acquisitions, in particular, downright sexy).
A guy drinking beer out of a plastic cup (does this qualify as frattastic?) might be available to explain the benefits of swings. If this happens, try to scrunch up your face like a kitten while you listen to him.
Wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, realize that at least in some ways, your life, at times, might be at least a little silly.
Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to do this.
Always remember that whenever you need it, your furrowed brow is only one facial expression away, no matter how much fun you were having a second ago.
Always adequately inspect your equipment before engaging in recreational activities. (Ben put him on this bouncy car and after a few seconds, he got off and inspected the car, including the tires and undercarriage. At that point, some 27-year-old (I exaggerate) jumped on the car, claiming that “big kids can play with this, too,” which of course they can but ho hum we weren’t really impressed.)
When you go home after this, if possible, eat at least one or two fresh vegetables, preferably ones you grew in your own garden. It’s good for what ails you. xoxo