|Iconic Team Workman|
|three out of four team workman participants agree that Bear Country was fun. |
one of four team workman participants pouted.
In hind sight, of course, the road trip squabbles have faded from memory and, thankfully, our little green house was quick to forgive the abuse suffered at the hands of four energetic growing children at home all day.
We took a road trip and spent time with friends-that-feel-like-family in South Dakota. The Litchfields have been part of my life for 25 years now. We explored caves, saw the historic Mount Rushmore and were generally reminded that it feels good to be loved, embraced, and needed. Bonus cousins for the kids never hurt anyone.
We were fortunate enough to turn right around from our journey into the middle of America and head out to the edge of the world, the grand and glorious Oregon Coast.
This time was a solo journey for Team Workman. Just the six of us.
The ocean soothes my heart, it brings out the best in my kids, and my calm steady husband gets a bit animated at the prospect of catching crab. Our week at the ocean was the best one yet... perhaps because this time we rented a house rather than camped? I have to admit that the availability of a washer and drier to take care of salt-water-sandy clothing was luxurious.
I convinced that kids that if they gave me thirty minutes of their time for some family pictures that I would leave them alone for the rest of the trip. They did, in fact, give me the thirty minutes, and it happened to be on the clearest, bluest morning I've ever experienced on the Oregon Coast.
Sadly, I could not keep my end of the bargain and I continued to snap shots of them for the remainder of the trip. The difference this time was that I used my Dad's old 35 mm Nikorr circa 1973 to capture the magic. The challenge to shoot with film, to focus manually and to think about specific shots and exposures was great. Sadly, the film remains undeveloped at the bottom of my purse. Photographer fail. When I finally send it out to be processed, I will share. I think I can learn a lot about patience and well thought out, deliberate intentions from 'old skool' film photography. Perhaps a way to curb my sporadic, impulsive ways.
I started work a full two weeks before my own kids school started... this was a bit of a challenge, I'm not going to lie. I work in a school district that is a 90 minute drive from our home in Colfax. And though I love the job and the population that requires me to pull out all of my Bilingual Speech Language Pathology skillz... the distance from home is a pain, and with all the irresponsible drivers who insist on passing at 110 mph on a 2-lane highway chalk full of travelling farm machinery and semi trucks... well... I'm just a little terrified of being smished to smitharines and leaving Mr. Workman alone to raise the Littles sans their Mother.
NOTE TO PEOPLE TRAVELLING WA HIGHWAY... SLOW DOWN. PLEASE. THERE IS NO WHERE THAT YOU NEED TO BE IN SUCH A HURRY THAT IS WORTH THE LIVES YOU ARE RISKING BY YOUR RECKLESS DRIVING.
Team Workman started school at the end of August with all the pomp and circumstance that this entails. All four of them are in elementary school now. Time is slipping through my fingers. I am thankful that by 39 I have learned to love each moment. My life is a good one.
I love these children to an impossible depth. When I sit and let myself feel the full magnitude of this feeling, I have to catch my breath.