On Friday, we had a terrible day. Moods plummeted, things happened or did not happen. After supper the boys begged to go to a park, and there's a little playground a block from our apartment, tucked in behind the local hockey rink. My Fitbit numbers all week had been dismal, averaging in the 6000s, so despite my terrible mood, I tagged along. The big boys are still enamored by merry-go-rounds and the little one loves swinging. My husband mused, "The Jamestown parks department must have been flush with money in the late seventies and eighties." I'm still digging the old metal playthings. Mosquitoes excepted, the evening was beautiful. I'm delighting in the fall temps, and the few moments I stood pushing the
On Friday, we had a terrible day. Moods plummeted, things happened or did not happen. After supper the boys begged to go to a park, and there's a little playground a block from our apartment, tucked in behind the local hockey rink. My Fitbit numbers all week had been dismal, averaging in the 6000s, so despite my terrible mood, I tagged along. The big boys are still enamored by merry-go-rounds and the little one loves swinging. My husband mused, "The Jamestown parks department must have been flush with money in the late seventies and eighties." I'm still digging the old metal playthings. Mosquitoes excepted, the evening was beautiful. I'm delighting in the fall temps, and the few moments I stood pushing the
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