One of my brothers is staying with me. On Friday, I volunteered to give him a ride to work Saturday morning. It was good for both of us. He didn’t need to take the bus and then run from the bus stop to work to get there in time and it forced me to get out of bed at a normal time so that I could get an early start on my studies.
My brother works about a 25 minute drive from my house. We stopped and got coffee on the way, and by 9:00 I’d dropped him off. It was a beautiful morning and I really wanted to be outside enjoying the glorious summer weather. I had my textbook and notebook in the car, so Instead of going home to cuddle with a kitty while reading, I decided to go to my favorite Bellingham place to study: Lake Padden park.
Several years ago (shortly after I returned to school), I had worked out with my boss so that I could take a day off every other week. On those days, I would go to the park (as long as it wasn’t any more than misty) and find a picnic table or nice dry piece of grass and read. I would bring my laptop, with assignments and supplemental reading downloaded, so that once I’d finished reading my text I could move on to writing papers. I even borrowed a broadband wireless card from work any time I one was available so that I wouldn’t need to leave the park.
Often, once I was done studying or when I needed a break, I would slip my books and laptop back into the car and go for a walk around the lake. During that time, I also visited Lake Padden every two or three days just for a brisk walk around the lake. The trail that loops around the lake is 2.6 miles and very hilly. It is mostly in the shade of trees and is well maintained, so while it is a good workout for couch potatoes like me and it is also so serene that it doesn’t feel like work.
Studying at Lake Padden was always a nice way to make homework less work and more relaxation. Yesterday was no different. The laughter of a little boy on the dock learning to fish, happy dogs jogging along the trail with their humans, and the chirping of birds were the only sounds over the rustling of leaves and the small lake-waves on the shore.
I couldn’t stay for long, but the hour that I was there was more productive (and relaxing) than any other hour this past week.
I must make a routine of visiting this serenity again.