It’s strange that the same sparkly boughs of holly that decked my halls to fabricate a magical Christmas miracle have now become an annoying assortment of glitter infested clutter. I had a terrific headache and was completely pooped from a stressful week. I did not feel like hiking. I did not feel like doing anything. And we really needed to take down all those Christmas decorations.
Doesn’t it seem like we resist some things just when we need them most? Tom (aka Mr. Wonderful) has some sort of hormone-detecting superpower. He knows when I need to get out there. We took a very short drive to one of our go-to trails near North Park. Pittsburgh was having one of those global warming periods (they generally last anywhere from 7 to 10 hours) and it was a balmy 49 degrees. After the sudden snow melt and 3 inches of rain, the trail/river was a royal sloppy mess but it felt good to have my boots in the mud and smell the earth again. The stream that feeds the lake was too high to cross so we walked around it and took a steeper trail. I was moving a bit slower than usual (slugs were passing me shaking their heads), but I kept moving. We heard and then saw a pileated woodpecker. (They are the big black and white ones with the bright red pointy heads…think Woody the Woodpecker if you are over 40.) They are much easier to see when all the leaves are down. A couple of deer stopped in the trail to look at us. (“Look dear, humans!”) Tom rides his mountain bike here often so he knows which water pumps still work (the water that pumps up out of the ground is freezing cold—so refreshing!) and he knows where the nicer overlooks are. An hour later, we walked back to the car. Nothing remarkable…just a nice little break from the worries of the day and all the post Christmas blahs. Sometimes that is all marriage is…just finding ways to say, “You are more important than my headache or my Christmas clutter, or anything else in this world.”