Weekend
Good things about the weekend:
- Climbed Monadnock on Friday, taking the long slow Cascade Link to the Pumpelly. It was a perfect day for it: warm and sunny and bright, few people even at the summit, dragonflies and hawks circling the summit and cold sweet water from Falcon Spring. I love this mountain.
- Disapproving chipmunk on the way down the mountain. Seriously, it sat there, about two yards away, staring at us and making that "chrrt!" noise over and over, as if chiding us for barging in on it. Didn't even move as we climbed right past it. Eventually it scampered to the next rock and eyed us balefully as we left.
- I couldn't have asked for better weather at the beach. I swam out to the rock twice, found it both times without any trouble (even though one of my landmarks appears to be gone) and spent evening hours dozing in the water.
- Barely any sunburn, even after all that time outside. I do have a couple of weird crescents around my shoulders where I missed spots, but I'm not a lovely shade of lobster.
- Finished a story to go to BRAWL this weekend. It's not bad. I need to start writing some different things or I'll get stuck in a rut, but this one was good.
- Watched Sherlock Holmes with thomascantor Saturday night. Oh dear Lord, what a goofily fun movie. I'm not sure that it really counts as "good," but I sure as hell had fun watching it.
- Pancakes Sunday morning!
- Slow mornings. Late nights. The sound of wind in the trees and the smell of sun on drystone walls.
Bad things about the weekend:
- Ow ow ow all of my muscles have been sore since coming down the mountain on Friday ow ow ow everything hurts ow why did I get old?
Most important thing about the weekend:
- One year together with thomascantor. (Okay, so it's closer to fourteen years, but one year with these little gold things on our hands.) He makes the world more awesome every day.
- Climbed Monadnock on Friday, taking the long slow Cascade Link to the Pumpelly. It was a perfect day for it: warm and sunny and bright, few people even at the summit, dragonflies and hawks circling the summit and cold sweet water from Falcon Spring. I love this mountain.
- Disapproving chipmunk on the way down the mountain. Seriously, it sat there, about two yards away, staring at us and making that "chrrt!" noise over and over, as if chiding us for barging in on it. Didn't even move as we climbed right past it. Eventually it scampered to the next rock and eyed us balefully as we left.
- I couldn't have asked for better weather at the beach. I swam out to the rock twice, found it both times without any trouble (even though one of my landmarks appears to be gone) and spent evening hours dozing in the water.
- Barely any sunburn, even after all that time outside. I do have a couple of weird crescents around my shoulders where I missed spots, but I'm not a lovely shade of lobster.
- Finished a story to go to BRAWL this weekend. It's not bad. I need to start writing some different things or I'll get stuck in a rut, but this one was good.
- Watched Sherlock Holmes with thomascantor Saturday night. Oh dear Lord, what a goofily fun movie. I'm not sure that it really counts as "good," but I sure as hell had fun watching it.
- Pancakes Sunday morning!
- Slow mornings. Late nights. The sound of wind in the trees and the smell of sun on drystone walls.
Bad things about the weekend:
- Ow ow ow all of my muscles have been sore since coming down the mountain on Friday ow ow ow everything hurts ow why did I get old?
Most important thing about the weekend:
- One year together with thomascantor. (Okay, so it's closer to fourteen years, but one year with these little gold things on our hands.) He makes the world more awesome every day.