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Golden Day
Yesterday was glorious.
No other word for it.
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uncrowned_king and I got up on Saturday morning, I realized I felt good for the first time in more than two weeks, and that it was going to be a beautiful day out. We decided to go on an excursion.
After some consideration of the options, we headed for Port Townsend, by way of the Kingston Ferry and a picturesque little dot on the map called Port Gamble. We lunched in Port Townsend, strolled up and down the quaint main street, and came home via the Keystone and Clinton ferries.
As we walked through Port Gamble in the autumn sunshine, scuffing leaves across the sidewalk, I realized I hadn't felt this happy in a very long time.
Driving through the countryside, I also realized that it felt very, very good to get out of the city, out of the office, out of my cave. I don't often feel nurtured by being in nature, but I certainly felt it yesterday, and -- on the subject of longing -- found myself longing to be able to move out to some greener, quieter place.
We got home around 8pm anduncrowned_king grilled some chicken with garlic and served it over pasta, and we ate dinner off a single plate, and it was perfect.
What happened after that was also glorious.
Today I went clothing shopping with my mother (my personal shopper, without whom I simply do not go out looking for clothes) and we found several perfect outfits at the first place we went to, Talbot's Woman: which is one of the very few places that acknowledges that a woman can be a 'plus' size and still have a 'petite' frame: short waist, short legs, narrow shoulders. I'm wearing new jeans that fit me, and a lovely soft sweater. Now all I need is a new pair of shoes to fit my mis-matched feet.
The only downside to the weekend is that after more than two weeks of feeling awful, my house is a disaster. Once I finish browsing LJ, I have a pile of dishes, mounds of laundry, lots of floor-sweeping and considerable picking-up to do.
But even the prospect of all that housework hardly puts a damper on my mood.
Because it has been a really good weekend.
No other word for it.
When
uncrowned_king and I got up on Saturday morning, I realized I felt good for the first time in more than two weeks, and that it was going to be a beautiful day out. We decided to go on an excursion.After some consideration of the options, we headed for Port Townsend, by way of the Kingston Ferry and a picturesque little dot on the map called Port Gamble. We lunched in Port Townsend, strolled up and down the quaint main street, and came home via the Keystone and Clinton ferries.
As we walked through Port Gamble in the autumn sunshine, scuffing leaves across the sidewalk, I realized I hadn't felt this happy in a very long time.
Driving through the countryside, I also realized that it felt very, very good to get out of the city, out of the office, out of my cave. I don't often feel nurtured by being in nature, but I certainly felt it yesterday, and -- on the subject of longing -- found myself longing to be able to move out to some greener, quieter place.
We got home around 8pm and
uncrowned_king grilled some chicken with garlic and served it over pasta, and we ate dinner off a single plate, and it was perfect. What happened after that was also glorious.
Today I went clothing shopping with my mother (my personal shopper, without whom I simply do not go out looking for clothes) and we found several perfect outfits at the first place we went to, Talbot's Woman: which is one of the very few places that acknowledges that a woman can be a 'plus' size and still have a 'petite' frame: short waist, short legs, narrow shoulders. I'm wearing new jeans that fit me, and a lovely soft sweater. Now all I need is a new pair of shoes to fit my mis-matched feet.
The only downside to the weekend is that after more than two weeks of feeling awful, my house is a disaster. Once I finish browsing LJ, I have a pile of dishes, mounds of laundry, lots of floor-sweeping and considerable picking-up to do.
But even the prospect of all that housework hardly puts a damper on my mood.
Because it has been a really good weekend.
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It was a good autumn day out too.
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I remember it as being far more valuable on my transcript than in the actual week spent there -- but that was as much or more a consequence of my immaturity and lack of confidence as it was the actual structure of the workshop.
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