Common Factors of Good Days

 DAY 12: Write About my Favourite Kind of Day

My favourite kind of day is one that Ends in exhaustion. It’s One that includes eating good food with people I love, and Time spent outside. Christmas has always been my favourite holiday, because during the holidays there are always lots of days with these common denominators: family, food, activity. 

Favourite days aren’t always holidays.  Working days can be Favourite days too, especially days when I can work with BTT: Cutting firewood, fixing vehicles or snowmobiles, unlocking other people’s vehicles, building rinks for the kids, cooking, building a compound for the business, cleaning the house, even washing dishes. Basically everything is just better when you have someone to do it with. 

Food. Restaurants are great, and Skip the Dishes and The Pizza Guy exist for a reason. But the best food is the stuff you spend hours making and minutes devouring. The best food takes the whole family and the whole Sunday create. The best food is a meal (fondue or charcuterie or tacos, for example) where everyone contributes something, and everyone creates a version of the meal to suit their own tastebuds, and everyone is happy. 

Spending time with People can include almost anything. Chats with small groups in big gatherings (back in 2019 when we used to do that kind of thing). Washing dishes or sewing while one or three happy girls play Lego or watercolour nearby. Chatting with someone I chance to encounter while shopping. Taking the little bils swimming and meeting other fun kids and their understanding caregivers. Riding with my husband on some of his many long bumpy drives to random locations. 

Outside. I feel exactly like BTT when, during the last super cold snap, he said “why do I live in a place where we have this kind of weather!!?” I do go outside in winter every day, and I love it and live for it. And I always shiver for an hour or two afterward and wonder why I go outside if I don’t have to. My favourite days start with bird song wafting in an open window.  They include sunshine on my face (rain drops or snow flakes will do in a pinch), and bare feet on warm ground. They always have a sunset, even if I only glimpse it for a moment. They have long nights by crackling fires with smoke swirling up to meet the stars. Favourite days end with the smell of outside in my hair and the whistling swoosh of a bird’s wing, or, in winter, a meteor shower viewed through the window or moonroof of my Lincoln. 

The factors of a favourite day maybe aren’t so important. The feeling I have at the end of the day is what I use to measure the day. Not all days are favourites.