activities of activeness
Jun. 18th, 2013 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saffronhareHaven't gotten back into a "workout" routine, but the Hurty Foot has been getting better enough that I can participate in active activities and such -- like walking the dog -- with lots less pain and much better recovery time. YAY!
On Friday, we went out to the old Olathe Lake golf course for a day of "day camp" activities with a scouting unit we're starting up for the younger girls (Campfire USA, rather than GSA or BSA, for reasons). Spent the whole day tromping around on uneven ground. I was ready to be DONE when we got home and hit the Mexican painkillers (aka margaritas) hard, but felt reasonably recovered on Saturday...enough so that, on Sunday, we took![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diermuid out geocaching for Father's Day. Again with the tromping. Some ice and Motrin did the trick for that. If I needed meds for anything, it was the TICK CHECK. Dear heavens. Peel me off the ceiling.
I'm unlikely to do much (if any) geocaching withoutdiermuid, but his joy is pretty infectious. It was a lot of fun. We even "planted" a series of new caches that he's been imagining for a few years -- "elemental" caches on the North, South, East, and West sides of town (with mostly corresponding trinkets inside). We'll place a "spirit" cache somewhere on the edge of our own property, to mark the center. NIFTY. He's got a notion in his head of a biking trail/camping trip we can do not too far from here, where the trail is dotted with geocaches the kids can hit as well. We'll see.
I've been feeling an itch for more ritual and shared observance of pagan holidays again lately. But that's another post altogether.
On Friday, we went out to the old Olathe Lake golf course for a day of "day camp" activities with a scouting unit we're starting up for the younger girls (Campfire USA, rather than GSA or BSA, for reasons). Spent the whole day tromping around on uneven ground. I was ready to be DONE when we got home and hit the Mexican painkillers (aka margaritas) hard, but felt reasonably recovered on Saturday...enough so that, on Sunday, we took
diermuid out geocaching for Father's Day. Again with the tromping. Some ice and Motrin did the trick for that. If I needed meds for anything, it was the TICK CHECK. Dear heavens. Peel me off the ceiling. I'm unlikely to do much (if any) geocaching without
diermuid, but his joy is pretty infectious. It was a lot of fun. We even "planted" a series of new caches that he's been imagining for a few years -- "elemental" caches on the North, South, East, and West sides of town (with mostly corresponding trinkets inside). We'll place a "spirit" cache somewhere on the edge of our own property, to mark the center. NIFTY. He's got a notion in his head of a biking trail/camping trip we can do not too far from here, where the trail is dotted with geocaches the kids can hit as well. We'll see.I've been feeling an itch for more ritual and shared observance of pagan holidays again lately. But that's another post altogether.
