Procrastination: method to my madness

Written by OHmommy

Monday, 17 August 2009 00:00

There's a secret place in Cleveland that we like to call The Lazy River. It's actually part of the Cleveland Metroparks and called the Chagrin River.

It's a place where we escape the growing heap of laundry invading our hampers, where we escape the mounds of dishes after a Sunday home style breakfast, where we escape the disastrous state of our goldfish encrusted minivan. It's the place we escape to as a family regularly. It's our place or so we like to think.

Follow the path of limestone rocks.

Pass by the ancient undercut of rock sediment.

Slowly walk across the flat sheet rock picking your path with care.

At the top of the waterfall the calm waters are clear enough to notice crayfish, minnows, frogs and tadpoles. Watch your step.

The moss growing on the rocks is enough padding for some fun on nature's water slide.

You might be surprised at how fast you can go.

You might be surprised that it's free. Free to use. Free to park your car. Free of lines. Free.

You might be surprised that once again your mother was right. The Lazy River really does rock even more then playing with American Girl dolls.

It's our secret place in Cleveland that we flock to leaving the mundane weekend household obligations for another day. A seemingly healthy lesson of procrastination for our children.

Tomorrow I will buy stock in Merry Maids once people catch onto the method to my madness. Or I might have to clean. Which ever I get to first.

Last Updated on Sunday, 16 August 2009 23:00