Where I come from

Last night, we went for a walk. My kids beg us to take them for walks. All the time. Most days we walk to the bus stop. We walk home. We walk to the bus stop at the end of the day. We walk to the park and play for an hour before dinner. We have dinner, and they're begging me to take them for a walk. We usually oblige. There's no harm in that.

So tonight we ventured to a new spot. Our street runs perpendicular to HWY 15. Across HWY 15 is a quarry. Who knew?! We did not. We were at our neighbour's house for dinner last week and they mentioned the quarry, and we were like, "Quarry? What quarry?" Yup...there's a quarry right across the street. There's no trespassing signs everywhere, but everyone goes there.

I guess it makes sense why Quarry Pond Court is called Quarry Pond Court. There's a quarry, and a pond, right at the end of our court. Funny how these things work.

We had been wondering why we had seen cars parked along HWY 15 throughout the summer and people coming up in swimming stuff, drying off. Where are they swimming? Certainly they're not walking all the way down to Lake Ontario from up here. Certainly not.

The quarry is a perfectly dug out piece of rock heaven. In the centre of rock heaven is a place where they've obviously done the most excavating of limestone. It is filled with water and looks perfectly clean, clear, and ready for swimming. That would have been an awesome discovery a little earlier in the season.

Oh well. It made for a fun adventure last night. Climbing. Throwing rocks. And a nice brisk walk.

Tyler and I also got a chance to hold hands a bit and talk while the kids crowded into the chariot for our trip home. He attended a seminar yesterday. Someone was researching happiness. How to get it. How it's measured. They did a survey to see how happy each of the participants were. He's pretty happy. (I'd say he better be!) Interesting part is, apparently sickness/health, infidelity/trusting relationship, death, divorce/marriage, financial trouble/financial gain (such as winning the lottery) does not affect happiness. It may make a person happier, or sadder, for a few months time, but the general happiness of a person is 50% genetic. Happy people are just happy. Go figure.

Well, my blood type is B+. So is my dad's. And as he has always said, "Why B negative, when you can B positive."

Guess I got good genetics. Although, winning the lottery would be nice.