weekend report / hiking report
Aug. 22nd, 2005 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaeclecticHad a very quiet weekend, partly by design, mainly by impulse. Physical energy was low due to what ztepf calls "girl doom", and somehow this translated into not wanting to deal with any crowd scenes. (Plus an unresisted urge to eat large quantities of chocolate, but that's another story.)
So I skipped the FMP, and the RBQ (for which I was sartorially unprepared, in any case), although I did haul myself out of bed at 7:30 AM on Sunday in order to meet K&K for breakfast at 8:15 at Venus (yum).
And I did walk around Lake Merritt on Saturday (before my massage appt), and go hiking at Redwood on Sunday. The hike was a mere (!) 10 miles, but I chose a zig-zag route with lots of ups and downs. With the result that I arrived home mid-afternoon, feeling rather tired and footsore and disinclined to finish the chores.
Which means that sometime this work week, somehow, I must find time to vacuum before going away for the weekend and coming back to find that the carpets have mutated into giant killer dust bunnies. *sigh*
Still, not a bad weekend in all. I would probably be more perturbed at my lost social opportunities, except that I have dinner plans both tonight and Wednesday. Busy week ahead, buzz buzz.
Oh, and also: on Saturday evening, attempted a little ritual grieving for my old cat, Josie, the one that my sister dispensed with while I was living in England. Basically, this consisted of sitting on the floor, lighting a candle, and looking at pictures of her while (inwardly) talking to her about what happened and how sorry I am about it. And crying, of course.
This was OK but somehow still not sufficient. The human mind (especially ones own!) is such a quirky thing: after however many years of just not thinking about it, now I keep thinking about it, but just in flashes of sharp pain at inexplicable moments, rather than coherent thoughts that lead anywhere. Not sure if I should try the ritual again, or if I really need to do something different (confront my sister with 12-year-old resentment? argh).
So I skipped the FMP, and the RBQ (for which I was sartorially unprepared, in any case), although I did haul myself out of bed at 7:30 AM on Sunday in order to meet K&K for breakfast at 8:15 at Venus (yum).
And I did walk around Lake Merritt on Saturday (before my massage appt), and go hiking at Redwood on Sunday. The hike was a mere (!) 10 miles, but I chose a zig-zag route with lots of ups and downs. With the result that I arrived home mid-afternoon, feeling rather tired and footsore and disinclined to finish the chores.
Which means that sometime this work week, somehow, I must find time to vacuum before going away for the weekend and coming back to find that the carpets have mutated into giant killer dust bunnies. *sigh*
Still, not a bad weekend in all. I would probably be more perturbed at my lost social opportunities, except that I have dinner plans both tonight and Wednesday. Busy week ahead, buzz buzz.
Oh, and also: on Saturday evening, attempted a little ritual grieving for my old cat, Josie, the one that my sister dispensed with while I was living in England. Basically, this consisted of sitting on the floor, lighting a candle, and looking at pictures of her while (inwardly) talking to her about what happened and how sorry I am about it. And crying, of course.
This was OK but somehow still not sufficient. The human mind (especially ones own!) is such a quirky thing: after however many years of just not thinking about it, now I keep thinking about it, but just in flashes of sharp pain at inexplicable moments, rather than coherent thoughts that lead anywhere. Not sure if I should try the ritual again, or if I really need to do something different (confront my sister with 12-year-old resentment? argh).