If you have a moment to spare – in between the pints of cider and savory nibbles – borrow a book (may I recommend The Wise Man‘s Fear?) and throw the blanket down somewhere nice and quiet. It’s an effective way to cut down on costs for travel or weekend activities by simply raiding the city’s local bounty. Arthur taught us that “having fun isn’t hard when you’ve got a library card!” so Harold makes sure to get us weekly stocks of reading material and to hit up the area’s free exhibits and attractions.
Even though our work and personal lives can be at times sporadic, there is always good reason to recharge those batteries. When people tell you to figuratively stop and smell the roses, I find that literally doing just that is the better option! Wandering around Mona Vale is the sip of tea to your caffeinated city chug. Upon closer inspection, this quiet garden has its own range of anthropomorphic residents. The daydreaming hipster butterfly floats whimsically over the flock of deranged, homeless ducks. Meanwhile, the geese one bench down are patiently waiting their turn in a guaranteed breadline with little fanfare – obviously unaware of the busy worker bee (my EpiPen-loathing archnemesis!) looking for that sweet, sweet nectar.
Which all goes to say that, like most of us, some days we’re the happy and carefree schmetterling and other days….well, we all know what it’s like to be stung by that striped little jerk.