



On a recent paddleboard trip, my plan was to be off the lake by 11 AM, before the afternoon wind picked up. After a paddle on Chatcolet Lake and Round Lake, we headed toward the park at Rocky Point. By then the wind had come up, and crossing the open water became a struggle. I checked my watch. We had been on the lake for 2 1/2 hours and were only halfway through with the trip.
I imagine my days at home are much like this. I wake each morning with a list already taking shape, certain I know how much I can fit into a day. Then come the delays, interruptions, and unexpected turns. By noon I’m behind the schedule I imagined.














At the corner of North Street and Kenny Drive, a steep asphalt driveway leads up to a blue water tower. We have walked up and down it many times. When walking down it strains the knees and when walking up, the hips burn. Because of its rough surface, our shoes do not slip when going up or down. There are two cracks that run across the drive parallel to each other, breaking it up into sections. Each section is sliding downwards, away from the top, as if giving in to the natural pull of gravity.





