Lazy, Crazy Days

 

People in my neighborhood always remark as they walk by, what a lucky kid Ryanne is to have a nana like me. I just don’t get it. How many adults get to run through sprinklers, play no-rules badminton, and go on treasure hunts? I hope my unadult behavior inspires others, especially those who have access to kids, but so far it looks like everyone would rather envy me than give it a try.

I’ve been having a lot of fun since Ryanne’s school let out. We’ve picked berries, which puts me off topic but strawberry fields- no wonder Ingmar Bergman used strawberries as a symbol for paradise! Ryanne is also old enough to put together strawberry shortcake by herself, so bonus! We also picked raspberries and pie cherries.

There is an amazing kid’s park in nearby Lynden so we spent an afternoon climbing, running, sliding, and hide-and-seeking. Ryanne never gets tired of hide and seek, and it is a perfect opportunity for me to rest.

Not that it is all fun and games. Yesterday she dragged the bar bells out of the spare room and had me lifting weight until she couldn’t think of any other way to move them. She also makes me cut watermelon and make picnics for when we collect seeds from the forget-me-nots and columbine.

But now Ryanne is off to her cousins for a week, so I must get some work done around the yard. Instead of watching her climb trees, I will climb on the roof and check for moss. Instead of searching the yard for hidden treasures of florist glass and Dollar Store bracelets, I will search and destroy wild violets and buttercups. I might even cut the grass- or not. I haven’t decided. After all, I'm an adult and get to choose how to spend my time.

Nancy Sherer

 

 


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