I’ve been in a funk for the past week. First, I got really sick on Thursday morning, then I slept and slept and slept. The sleeping part was fantastic. The part where my entire weekend flew by in a blur of congestion and sleep was slightly less fantastic.
Then I woke up, went to work for several days, and here we are.
Yesterday on the way home from work, I was sad about a tough day at work. I was sad about being tired all the time and feeling like I haven’t been making progress on getting the house in order with both of sets of stuff, haven’t been making progress on thank you notes, haven’t been putting pictures on the wall or buying Christmas presents or anything useful. I feel like I’ve just been getting by.
But wait, there’s good news!
I decided to cheer myself up with some relaxing music. In my brain, that means George Winston. He’s a pianist, and he’s the perfect mix of cheeriness and calm. He brings to mind summer vacations as a little kid, and more recently, I got to add walking down the aisle to my George Winston memory set. Thanks, George!
So that’s where my mind took me in the midst of rush hour traffic in downtown Norfolk. I got to think about seeing Scott for the first time on our wedding day and more distantly, a time when all I wanted was to find a buttercup on the side of the hiking trail and put it next to my skin to see how much the yellow reflected.
If those thoughts in the middle of rush hour traffic aren’t enough awesomeness for you, the best part of the story is that I get to actually go to the land of mountains and woods and hiking this weekend. We’re not traipsing up to upstate New York to recreate summer vacations from approximately 1992, but Scott and I are going to the western part of Virginia to hike and camp. We’re hoping to see a few bright fall leaves still hanging on.
Whether or not the leaves are still attached to their trees, I’m excited about being outside with Scott for a few days. Sometimes you need to actually be outside instead of just hearing songs that remind you of being surrounded by mountains and beauty.
Side note: I’ve never been camping A) in the late fall (read: in the cold) or B) more than a mile from a bathroom. Yay for bigger adventures!
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I love this! Well, the part about George Winston because he’s my go-to guy for relaxation as well. And the part about mountains and trees and fall leaves. And about buttercups (although, I always thought it was to dermine if you liked butter…the more yellow your chin, the more you like butter!). And about camping without a bathroom. I’m not sure I could take this, although Hiran semi-regularly tries to brainstorm with me how I could successfully utilize nature as my toilet so that camping without a bathroom is not out of the question. Let me know how it goes!
Yes, that’s exactly what buttercups are for! I just decided to leave that fact out (even though it’s my favorite thing about buttercups). As for the lack of a standard bathroom in the woods, it wasn’t really that bad.