This series, Three Peaks and a Valley refers to three positive moments and one negative moment that happens during a twenty-four hour period of my life. When I’m feeling down, my mom tells me to remember one positive and one negative thing about the experience: a peak and a valley.
Three Peaks and a Valley aims to outweigh the negative with the positive.
Three Peaks and a Valley is a regular miniseries that, by sharing my own moments of joy and vulnerability I hope that you’ll think about your own.
PEAK: Today was my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary. We celebrated by holding a party at the MacTom house in Savoy. I’ve written about that property in a piece titled, “The Women Who Burned Mountains“. We ate food (I ate a mostly raw potato because I became impatient watching it cook in the coals), sat around a fire in the pouring rain and finished off the night with fireworks.
PEAK: I’m making great progress on that murder mystery thriller that I am reading. If you haven’t read some of my last Three Peaks and a Valley, I am currently reading Blue Heaven by C. J. Box. I had a hard time getting into it, but I like it, even if I do find it terribly predictable. It’s definitely a vacation book to read for the sake of easy entertainment.
PEAK: There were glow-in-the-dark balloons at the party that looked absolutely magical in the evening, like a glowing witch’s ball. There were also plenty of fireflies to hunt and the night sky was so clear as to see the whole unobstructed milky way. It was very different than my experience in NYC these past few days. I missed the stars and fireflies.
VALLEY: The mosquitos. My goodness. I am solidly bitten up on both legs and find more welts each minute. The bugs eat you alive up there. Additionally, eating a mostly raw potato and most of a vat of spicy vegan chili is hell on your digestive tract.
As always, share your peaks and valleys with me in the comment section below.