Anatomy of a Good Day
Jun. 10th, 2012 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteI woke up around 8:30 this morning - sleeping late, for me - with my husband curled up on one side of me and my cat curled up on the other. I'd been having nightmares through the night, but both of them cuddled up close to protect me, and my last hours of sleep were blessedly peaceful.
Once I was awake enough, I wandered down to the kitchen and started assembling food; I had promised to bring dessert to a friend's picnic this afternoon, and I had a recipe for blueberry bread pudding that I wanted to try. Unfortunately, a second read-through of the recipe revealed it to be less than ideal; luckily, I was able to improvise by finding my favorite bread pudding recipe and adjusting and tinkering a bit. While the pudding was in the oven, my marvelous husband ran out to our favorite local breakfast place and came home with bagel-and-egg sandwiches.
Then the baking was done, and we went for a walk. I'm gearing up for the 3 Day, so I wanted to walk at least 10 miles today. We accomplished that and then some, wandering through Medford, Arlington, and Cambridge for several hours, and the weather cooperated amazingly. I have soaked up enough sun and fresh air to last me through the week, and the breezes kept us from overheating, and while my legs were incredibly tired at the end, I think I should be able to ramp up enough to be ready in time for the walk itself if I keep practicing.
And we came home again, and I changed into a pretty dress, and we went to said picnic, where I had good food and got to talk to people, and soak up more sunshine, and then I was assaulted by small children and dragged into their play. Literally; these were children who were not body-shy, and I was repeatedly tackled, sat upon, and at one point used as the rope in a game of tug-of-war. And then there was acroyoga, and upside-down-ness (modified, of course, for the fact that I was still wearing a skirt). And the blueberry bread pudding was a success, in spite of its experimental nature.
Now I am home, and have changed into comfy clothes, and soon there will be tea and the Tony Awards. And I wish I could hold onto how I feel right now - identify it in my body, like muscle memory, and find a way to re-enter this feeling at will during my week ahead....
Once I was awake enough, I wandered down to the kitchen and started assembling food; I had promised to bring dessert to a friend's picnic this afternoon, and I had a recipe for blueberry bread pudding that I wanted to try. Unfortunately, a second read-through of the recipe revealed it to be less than ideal; luckily, I was able to improvise by finding my favorite bread pudding recipe and adjusting and tinkering a bit. While the pudding was in the oven, my marvelous husband ran out to our favorite local breakfast place and came home with bagel-and-egg sandwiches.
Then the baking was done, and we went for a walk. I'm gearing up for the 3 Day, so I wanted to walk at least 10 miles today. We accomplished that and then some, wandering through Medford, Arlington, and Cambridge for several hours, and the weather cooperated amazingly. I have soaked up enough sun and fresh air to last me through the week, and the breezes kept us from overheating, and while my legs were incredibly tired at the end, I think I should be able to ramp up enough to be ready in time for the walk itself if I keep practicing.
And we came home again, and I changed into a pretty dress, and we went to said picnic, where I had good food and got to talk to people, and soak up more sunshine, and then I was assaulted by small children and dragged into their play. Literally; these were children who were not body-shy, and I was repeatedly tackled, sat upon, and at one point used as the rope in a game of tug-of-war. And then there was acroyoga, and upside-down-ness (modified, of course, for the fact that I was still wearing a skirt). And the blueberry bread pudding was a success, in spite of its experimental nature.
Now I am home, and have changed into comfy clothes, and soon there will be tea and the Tony Awards. And I wish I could hold onto how I feel right now - identify it in my body, like muscle memory, and find a way to re-enter this feeling at will during my week ahead....
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Date: 2012-06-11 01:47 am (UTC)