Disco Saturday
We were in the 70s today. What.
It was pretty freaky to have started the week in a winter coat and to finish it in short sleeves. I probably could've put shorts on but decided on jeans, just because.
My parents had plans; one of dad's buddies is about to turn 70 and his party was held today. They're still out and about as I write this, though dad mentioned not staying out *too* late since he'd have to come home in the dark. (Welcome to fall--it's 6:30 and the sun has already set. Boo. And not the ghostly kind.)
This meant I got the house to myself all day, which was blissful. I got to make myself lunch *and* dinner--I mean, this is how little I cook for myself, that I'm excited to do so--and to do it without mom hovering and asking if I'll make some for her. Grilled cheese for lunch, French-style scrambled eggs for dinner. I made it a spa day, including deep conditioning my hair and sloughing off the calluses from my feet. Legit, I was lying in bed last night and noticing how bad they were, so perfect timing. Then I did some shredding, which I like to do when mom's not home because she questions the sound, and after that spent about an hour and a half outside reading the paper in mostly solitude. The sycamore tree and its big ol' leaves weren't very quiet, but it added to the ambiance.
It was pretty restorative, honestly. There's something calming about being outside and doing something restful. I'm thankful that we're now out of the busy season at work and that part of life has reached stasis, but I still have a fair amount going on and being gone three nights a week isn't entirely easy on me. I enjoy it overall, which is why I'll keep it up, but being able to spend the day by myself helps. When you're around a lot of people for a fair amount of the week, sometimes solitude is sweet.
It was pretty freaky to have started the week in a winter coat and to finish it in short sleeves. I probably could've put shorts on but decided on jeans, just because.
My parents had plans; one of dad's buddies is about to turn 70 and his party was held today. They're still out and about as I write this, though dad mentioned not staying out *too* late since he'd have to come home in the dark. (Welcome to fall--it's 6:30 and the sun has already set. Boo. And not the ghostly kind.)
This meant I got the house to myself all day, which was blissful. I got to make myself lunch *and* dinner--I mean, this is how little I cook for myself, that I'm excited to do so--and to do it without mom hovering and asking if I'll make some for her. Grilled cheese for lunch, French-style scrambled eggs for dinner. I made it a spa day, including deep conditioning my hair and sloughing off the calluses from my feet. Legit, I was lying in bed last night and noticing how bad they were, so perfect timing. Then I did some shredding, which I like to do when mom's not home because she questions the sound, and after that spent about an hour and a half outside reading the paper in mostly solitude. The sycamore tree and its big ol' leaves weren't very quiet, but it added to the ambiance.
It was pretty restorative, honestly. There's something calming about being outside and doing something restful. I'm thankful that we're now out of the busy season at work and that part of life has reached stasis, but I still have a fair amount going on and being gone three nights a week isn't entirely easy on me. I enjoy it overall, which is why I'll keep it up, but being able to spend the day by myself helps. When you're around a lot of people for a fair amount of the week, sometimes solitude is sweet.