So, turns out that burn remedied itself quite nicely. It's tanned my back beautifully and has peeled minimally. Finally I see what prompts so many women to blister their skin in the summer heat.
Friday night was one of the best nights I've had in a while. There wasn't anything exceptionally remarkable about it, save for catching up with a few friends, etc., but something about the whole evening was delightful.
On Saturday I reveled in the fact that I could open my bleary eyes, realize it was Saturday and roll back over, sinking further into my cozy comforter with the ceiling fan lazily spinning above. I ran around a bit, took an afternoon nap, walked the greenway and polished off a really great, fresh-tasting dinner at Kabob Grill at Stonecrest, a fast favorite. I had plans to go out, but was pretty wiped and after a bath, watched a movie in bed. I slept fitfully, probably thanks to the afternoon nap which I normally tolerate well, and this made me cranky today. It was largely just a cranky Sunday - one of those things where you realize you still have a bunch of things you would like/need to get done and only so many hours in which to do them.
I hate that.
I wound up running nearly four miles on the greenway during the heat of the day despite a headache. It wound up being a good thing because I was so tired afterward that I didn't have any energy left with which to be cranky.
Most white thing overheard on the greenway this weekend:
One 40-something guy pushing a stroller: That's the kind of person you'd expect to find on a greenway.
Another 40-something guy, likely a brother or brother-in-law, walking with a kid: Who?
First dude: The hippie. (referring to a guy who had just walked past who had dreadlocks and a huge red, yellow and green knit hat that looked like it could be concealing 80 more yards of dreads.)
Second dude: You mean the rastafarian?
First dude: Yeah, the hippie.
Second dude: He looked more like a rastafarian.
After running I ran more errands. I had a few things to return, a thing or two to pick up for my dad - with Father's Day and my dad's birthday imminently on the horizon and only days apart - and groceries to get for dinner. By the time I hit Harris Teeter I was so starving I would've settled for standing in the produce section chomping on onions as if they were apples.
I rarely eat meals without bread product carbs. It's hard for me to feel full without them, and with a finicky stomach, I always feel I need a bit of carb to give it something of substance to chew on, so to speak. But tonight not a carb was had. I bought chicken, avocados, cherry tomatoes, limes and a red onion to make a lime-tasting, citrus-y meal that I could mix into farfalle or throw into a tortilla or two. But after letting the chicken simmer with all the other ingredients, some white wine vinegar, oil, oregano and black beans, I couldn't wait any longer and just filled a bowl with the contents of the pan and ate until I was full. I haven't been that hungry in a while. It was good.
My aunts were here briefly this weekend to spend some time with my grandmother. It's funny. She has a way of turning it on when she has visitors. She'll barely be able to walk and won't talk for days, but introduce an out-of-town visitor and she uses all her power reserves to stay alert, walk like a champ, hold conversation to the best of her ability, etc. It's amazing.
Unfortunately, it's always coupled with a backslide of exhaustion. At 5:15 a.m. this morning she was screaming that she was in pain. Turns out her already-shot knees were killing her, probably from walking more than usual. Some Tylenol, a pain med patch and a timely trip to the bathroom and she settled down for a while. Poor little lady - she was exhausted today, though. I know she enjoys seeing my aunts.
It's going to be a busy couple of weeks. I'm headed to the beach next week for the week. I'm super excited. Hello, 50 SPF sunscreen! (Has anyone seen that new 70 SPF that's out? Insanity.) It's been forever since I've had a whole week at the beach. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. While constant sun and my fair, freckled skin don't always get along, nothing relaxes me like the sound of the ocean and I love to go for long beach walks in the morning and again at night. I firmly believe I wouldn't know what anxiety was if I lived at or near the beach. Then again, I'd probably just find new things to be anxious about. Like my increased skin cancer risk. ;)
I hope everyone is doing well. More later. After sleep. ;)
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