I’m expecting the day to be a long one. A trip to the city with the boys and the dog. It’s hot and the dog is the one I’m worried about. He’s a handful. We have errands to run, and a dentist visit to make (right downtown, of course) and the dog is newish to us and I don’t know how he will travel. And he doesn’t heel or come or sit even, and how will we manage in the busy city?
It is a glorious day. The dog is perfect. The kids are wonderful. The mom is thankful.
We stop to pick up the long-awaited banjo. It has been on order for months, and Colton is thrilled to get it. He dumps out his wallet with the gift cards from Christmas and the crumpled bills and all the change, and it all covers the countertop, every hard-earned cent. The clerk graciously helps him count it out, dimes and nickels and all, Β and he has exactly enough. He tucks a few coins back in his pocket and picks up his dream. He can’t wait to try it.
Tyson, who has been dog-walking in the parking lot, finds a banjo-tuning app on his iPod, and Colton finds some Earl Scruggs on my iPhone, and it’s all banjo all the time for the rest of the trip. A little Scruggs and some Steve Martin for fun, and, of course, the Sleepy Man Banjo Boys.
We find a parking spot downtown and leave Tyson with the dog, again. After almost three years, this is Colton’s last visit. The receptionist congratulates him on his graduation as we leave.
We drive to the mall on the south end of town, and park at the back of the lot where there is a little strip of grass and a bit of shade. Colton stays with the dog this time and the rest of us head inside. I buy the mango body butter I’ve been wanting – actually, I buy two, because they are buy one get one half-price and who knows when I will be back in the city again – and Tyson and Colton hang out for a few minutes in the games store. We buy huge, unhealthy cinnamon buns and a bottle of water to share, and we trek back across the parking lot to our shady picnic spot.
Several people walk by and many of them stop to visit for a minute. They smile, and they say, what a good idea, and they comment on the dog. I let the boys carry the conversations, and it makes me happy. The easy way they have with strangers, their willingness to engage.
They fool around a bit with the banjo, and the next visitor, an older lady, is enchanted. She remembers the old days and the barn dances and the boys smile and joke with her. Lovely.
Reluctantly, I pack up the garbage and call the boys to load the dog. We have another appointment in Moose Jaw on our way home, and we need to be on our way.
I leave the city, thankful for the graceful moments we’ve had along the way. Thankful for the helpful clerks and handy parking spots and kind receptionists. But thankful, especially, that we took the opportunity to picnic in the parking lot.
August 17, 2012 at 10:12 am
What great kids you have! Sounds like a wonderful day.
August 17, 2012 at 10:18 am
Don’t we all! π I’m enjoying getting to know yours as well.
August 17, 2012 at 10:15 am
What a great day!
Linda and Wes
August 17, 2012 at 10:19 am
It was a good day. We also stopped in Moose Jaw to have a dog obedience lesson. Which, I learned, is actually a dog owner lesson. Very helpful!
August 17, 2012 at 11:38 am
How very lovely. I love picnics. There is something very peaceful and sooting about the experience.
August 17, 2012 at 11:59 am
It’s the ultimate summer thing, isn’t it? Even in a parking lot!
August 17, 2012 at 12:19 pm
I totally agree with you. I love it when we take a blanket, visit the wine country near where we live and have a picnic in the vineyards. π
August 17, 2012 at 12:33 pm
Gosh but you are a good writer, Janelle.
August 18, 2012 at 9:31 am
Oh, you are a good friend to encourage me like that.
August 17, 2012 at 1:39 pm
those little moments that make life, life. Great post, and good luck with the banjo… my hubby has one, along with a bass guitar, a 12 string and a harmonica that is hidden in a drawer… DAF
August 18, 2012 at 9:44 am
I love the unique musical interests my boys have developed. Indeed, these are the great moments, aren’t they.
August 17, 2012 at 4:32 pm
Cool, way cool, from the new pooch that minded his manners to the banjo playing musician to the God-kisses that rained down on the mamma as she watched over her children. I’m thinking on days like this, your cup runs over with His love. π
August 18, 2012 at 9:45 am
Thank you for this. Yes, the pooch did so well. Indeed, my cup is full and running over, and I want to slurp up every last drop!
August 18, 2012 at 9:56 pm
Mist be parking lot picnic weather as my 2 little granddaughters and gramma(Me) had picnic at their small little park in Elm Creek – it was great – the girls were tickled & I just felt like rolling around in the blanket as it was kind of a “fallish”day but no leaves – does anyone else get that urge (I know would be more fun in the rustling fallen leaves but were none just grass – but heh I controlled my motions!!) Luv your experience w/boys & your cutest puppy ever!
August 20, 2012 at 9:41 am
Haha! Don’t control yourself too much, Barb! That’s what makes you such an awesome grandma!
August 22, 2012 at 11:24 am
Ah, a banjo! That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to learn how to play a banjo. I’m envious. π
August 22, 2012 at 5:25 pm
He’s having lots of fun with it!
August 23, 2012 at 10:36 am
You know, it will mean so much more to him, too, than if somebody had gifted it to him, since he paid for it himself. That’s just awesome. It means he really really wants to learn!
August 23, 2012 at 11:59 am
I asked the boys the other day if they felt cheated or envious when they saw others being given things like cars or whatever, and they said what you just said! That is means more when you have to work for it. π