A day at the races…

This past Father’s Day, I had gotten out of church and was resigned to spend the rest of my day doing yard work.  Even though the weather was completely gorgeous! Things have been non stop with end of school year activities…(especially with this being my daughter’s senior year) and I wanted to try and get caught up on some housework. Father’s day, to me, has always been kind of a “let’s just get through this” type of day. I really can’t even recall the last Father’s Day I spent with my Dad, and to be completely honest; some years – most years – we weren’t even speaking to each other. So, this being my second Father’s Day after my Dad’s death brought on certain feelings…but none that I havn’t  been already wrestling with this whole entire year. Regardless, my plan was to sweat it out and get some yardwork done. On my way home though,  I received a text from a friend of mine; she was at the Culvert Road dirt bike races.  These races have been going on every Sunday of the summer since as far back as I can remember. I decided to go…hadn’t been in years. Packed up some food and some drinks and was on my way! Their truck was parked right at the starting line….and oh how I forgot that feeling, that even  as an onlooker your adrenaline gets pumping when listening to the riders revving their bikes up,  getting ready to be let loose on that track. It’s especially fun when you know the people who are racing! Heading home that evening; covered in dust,  I reflected on how thankful I was to have this in my own town.  Instead of spending a day thinking of death, regret, and past chances, I spent the day laughing, spending time with friends and cheering on the riders. So, if you drive past my house and the lawn isn’t mowed, and the flowers havn’t been planted, and well, it looks like a hot mess…just know that I may be spending a day, down at the races.

This is my hometown…

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