Left to the weekend
Most of it needed no plan, but the most important ones deserve one
Down 18 to nothing. Backyard cornhole. Me and Cameron against Taylor and Kellen.
Cameron had opinions. Teams aren't fair. We're cooked.
Then he went fired up and became the hole man. Bag after bag. Right in.
20 to 20.
Taylor stepped up and locked it in. Took it home.
We went into the long weekend without much of a plan. Saturday, a local parade close to home. The kids came back with candy and a couple of small gifts. Set up some games in the yard after.
For the fourth we looked at options for fireworks. Ended up staying home. From the backyard we could see multiple shows going up around us. Some of the best we've watched.
Sunday, a small get together with the neighborhood. We were the youngest by about twenty years. Our kids were the only kids. Good neighbors and an easy afternoon.
We had a list of house projects. Got through a tiny fraction of it.
Low expectations made the plain parts of the weekend better than I thought. But the one thing I most wanted, time with just Brita, needed a plan. I left it to the weekend to sort itself out. It didn't happen.
This week, take the one thing that matters most and give it a plan. Not a hope. A time and a place.
The good thing is, a weekend can surprise you when you expect little. Yet, the people and things that matter most deserve intention and a plan.
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Good Thing Monday goes out every Monday. One story, one good thing.
Tell me your good thing this week. I read every one.