Finally Friday

I know it’s been a short work week for me so far (fifth work day coming up tomorrow), but it feels like it’s been a long work week.  I’m sure you understand.

As a result of said week, I’m daydreaming my way through lunch pretty seriously.  One of my two excellent college roommates and I used to play a game of “Where would you rather be right now?”  It’s a useful game for any day that isn’t actually a vacation.

This is where I choose to be (mentally) during my lunch break today:

photo from chicagotribune.com

photo from chicagotribune.com

I choose to be on the beach with a good book, burying my feet in the sand, applying sunscreen at perfect intervals (which is never how it actually works), and eating ice cream at equally perfect intervals.

Soon.

Also, I understand that I’m terribly antisocial, and I should have picked a beach picture that includes family or friends or something active.  But like I said, I’m terribly antisocial sometimes.  My family loves me anyway.  Thanks, family!

Family Vacation

Family vacation ended a few short days ago, and all of that happy laziness that got stored up made the end of the week pretty great, too.  There’s a lot more happy lazy time in general now than there was a month ago, but there’s something different about vacation laziness.

In this case, we were being lazy with family members–first Scott’s family at one beach for a few days, then my family at another beach for a few days.  Collective laziness is social and constructive in a way that singular laziness just isn’t.  If you boiled my vacation summary down to a few sentences, I think I would just stop there.  We had such a wonderful time talking to family and spending quality time with them.  On the activities list were bocce ball, sitting on sand, wading in shallow waves, braving bigger waves, a little bit of TV, kayaking, tennis, and plenty of munching on delicious food.

In addition to all of the warm fuzzies provided by family time, I’m proud of having some semblance of a tan for the first time in several years.  I used to tan well in high school, and then I got to college and grad school and spent more and more of each summer indoors.  I went from regular tennis with my BFF to learning about statistics and research methods.  Then the “real world” happened, and I couldn’t seem to get enough sun on weekends to get past the pasty white stage.

Not so today.  I’m at least two shades past pasty white.  Woohoo!  [Okay, I know that it’s healthier for your skin to be pasty white at all times.  If you’re concerned about my danger of getting cancer, I can assure you that I will be pale again in no time flat.]

So there you are.  A slightly tanner, slightly more active version of me is back home, getting things done.

We didn’t document our vacation all that well, even though we had not one, but two cameras with us.  So enjoy windblown me atop a lighthouse:

Like I said, windblown (and happy).

Soaking It Up

This post needs a really quick disclaimer: I’m fully aware that skin cancer is a real and dangerous possibility.  With that in mind, there aren’t many things that feel as good as some quality time in the sun.  The heat soaking into your skin just feels healthy.

A friend and I were talking about that as we walked away from the beach on Saturday.  Sure, three hours in the sun got us one step closer to skin cancer, but we felt like we’d been on a good run.  A dip in the ocean definitely helped with the fake health factor, too, since there’s nothing like salty skin to make you think you had a great workout.  There’s at least some value in extra Vitamin D, right?  Add a sandwich with lots of green stuff, a few grapes, and a light breeze, and sitting on your bum in the sand never felt so beneficial.

The rest of the weekend included wearing my favorite summer dress on Sunday, some grilling action that evening, and a long afternoon nap wedged neatly between the two.  If Car Talk and some time on the porch had been added to the Saturday morning docket, all of the perfect summer bases would have been covered.  All in all, it was a great weekend for saying goodbye to the height of summer.  There are still plenty of warm days left in Virginia this year, but the sun is setting earlier, football season is a few short days away, and the U.S. Open started today.  All signs point to fall.

Other weekend tidbits include a dream about a serial killer attacking me in a sauna that was conveniently connected to the grocery store.  He was planning to kill me with a scalpel, starting with my feet.  He thankfully only got one or two slices into the job before I woke up.  I knew there was a good reason to not like saunas.  Also, I was reminded that I talk in my sleep.  Good thing the room-sharing nights didn’t coincide with the serial killer night, as that probably would have made for weird commentary.

Finally, in canine news, my parents added a new dog to their household yesterday.  Welcome to the family, Moresby!  And my much-loved dog turns 5(ish) years old today.  Or you could call it our third anniversary.  I technically have no idea how old he is or when he was born.  It’s somewhat miraculous that I remember that date at all, since I haven’t ever for the life of me been able to remember that type of thing with boyfriends.  I think it might have to do with the heartworm pills I give him on the same day every month (dog, not boyfriends).  If I get married someday, will I have to give my husband heartworm pills so I won’t forget our anniversary?  At least he’d be extra-healthy.  Then I’ll send him out to get some sun (and it all comes back around).

[Thanks for the flip flops picture, JosieRodgers.]