As I prepare to head into the park, I’ve had “just another Manic Monday…” flowing through my mind. While the Bangles’ hit song is catching and sweet, it doesn’t feel like a manic Monday. I eased into the day and have not felt rushed.
During the wee hours of the morning a terrific thunderstorm shot through the area. The very warm 80°+ weather that we had known for several previous days has been exchanged for cooler, damp air, and overcast/cloudy skies. My weather radar app shows no rain for this morning, but the heavy, dark gray clouds hovering overhead seem to disagree with the technology.
I am excited for the day at the park. We are nearing the end of the school group visits and that makes me a bit sad. While the late spring and summer months are not without crowds, I will so miss the excitement the little peeps bring with them. The introduction to Dayton’s history is thrilling but when the school children become excited over our area’s legacies, I cannot but help to feel even more pride in my adopted city of almost thirty-two years. In fact, I’ve now lived longer in Ohio than I did with my twenty-six years spent as a Hoosier.
As Bus No. 17 glides down Irving Street, beside the empty University of Dayton campus, the dark clouds have taken leave of The Miami Valley, or at least the area in which I will be spending the next four hours.
On the back deck, my wisteria is budding, ready to burst out for their first visit and my iris in the front yard are excited to spend some time with us.
If your Monday is manic or mild, be sure to make it a great day.