A good weekend
Daisy, my beautiful and wonderful dog, is finally able to be on her own when I am at work. She has been 'telling' me for some time that she wants to stay home. I didn't listen because before, anytime I would leave her for more than a few hours she would escape or cause damage to the property. Last Thursday I knew we wouldn't be super busy. I could run home if someone called that she had gotten out. Plus the weather was nice enough I could leave her outside. I was so anxious all day Thursday. I was nauseous and honestly felt a little like I had the flu. I have never literally been 'worried sick' before.
But when I got home Thursday she was happily sitting in the yard waiting for her after-work walk. She didn't cause any new damage to the fence. So I left her Friday too and she did great. I'm guessing as long as we have this lovely fall weather she is going to want to stay home rather than being stuck in an office building all day. I will still bring her in when we have a vet appt or next summer when its too hot for husky. But for now if she is happy at home I am happy for her.
Honestly, its kind of a relief. For over two and a half years, ever since we moved to this studio apartment, her separation anxiety has been so terrible I have been homebound or only going dog friendly places. Even when I would walk to the beach without her, I'd be constantly looking at the time, worried if I was gone to long what she might do.
With Daisy sorted and Wayne out-of-town, I had a weekend to myself. Saturday morning for breakfast I made another attempt at making Tortilla Espanola. In past attempts to make this, it always turns into scrambled eggs with potatoes and onions. This time I actually flipped it!
Its not the most beautiful, but it sure was delicious! I plan to make it again next Saturday. I ate half on Saturday and the other half on Sunday. It reheats better than I thought it would. Usually eggs get a bit rubbery in the microwave, but these didn't. Possibly due to all the olive oil? Anyway I basically halved this recipe:
Click to viewHis looked much better! lol
After that I went from doing inside chores to being outside making sure Daisy got her "love me" time in. Did the typical weekend chores during the morning/early afternoon. After that I finally did a big one I have been putting off: The Closet.
I have been needing to do a big closet overhaul basically since I moved here years ago. I've done some small, "Oh I'll throw away this" and "I'll donate that", but not the big- Take everything out, decided how many of each garment you actually need/use and donate or trash the rest- type cleaning out. For motivation I put on a playlist by one of my favorite youtubers when I am feeling feminine (or trying to be while dealing with clothes, haha).
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Feeling accomplished I made some "whatever I have on hand" stir fry which was also way tastier than it had any right to be, made Daisy her dinner, and settled in with a movie.
Sunday was more of a "me" day. I did spend the morning doing little maintenance chores trying to keep the place nice. About noon I went to the beach. I knew the water would be chilly, but it was going to be in the upper seventies to eighty and that's more than warm enough for me. I got my swimsuit, water, phone and was ready to have a relaxing few hours at the beach.
Unfortunately it didn't take thirty minutes for some guy to start overstaying his welcome. I could see his coming from across the beach to, making a bee-line for me. I guess I should be flattered, but I really just wanted to enjoy the sun and sand and occasional cold dip. The dude either can't read social or just ignored them. I told him multiple times I had a boyfriend. I didn't make eye contact. I gave very minimal answers to his questions (which were never-ending in his desperate attempt to keep the conversation going). I was polite for about 20 minutes. Then I literally had to get into the cold ocean to get away from him. He even tried to follow me! But it was too cold for him so he had to leave. I stayed in the water for about 10-15 minutes just to make sure he was gone and wouldn't be coming back. Honestly, the water was a bit cold even for me. I wasn't planning on getting in for about another hour.
But no real harm done other than slight annoyance on my part and a bruised ego on his. I got out, laid in the sun to dry off, and went in for another dip when the water was a bit warmer. It was that perfect temperature of too cold when you first get in but just warm enough as you start swimming around. Eventually the beach started to get crowded as the late afternoon warmed. I went back to the apartment and took a lovely, warm shower. If you have never swam in a cold ocean and followed it up with a warm shower, I 100% recommend.
Still feeling feminine I actually wore a ring to work:
And I got a compliment on my new Pizzamas shirt!
Also, I haven't uploaded pictures to lj in a very VERY long time. This is just an aside, but it is sooooo much easier now than it was in 2005 when I started this journal!