Go Pound Sand

The patio project continued today with the second to the final step...pounding sand. If you look back at two August posts, IT'S THAT SIMPLE & IT'S THAT SIMPLE (PART TWO) you'll see that pounding sand was not on the list of activities for the EAT COOKIES, LOSE WEIGHT, IT'S THAT SIMPLE program...

However, after spending most of my afternoon pounding sand, it's been officially added to the list.

We went on to lay the stone which was a lot of heavy lifting and, towards the end, not great for marital relations...but we're still talking.

As I write this, it's 9:38 pm and I'm enjoying a mug 'o ice cream, which isn't mentioned on the EAT COOKIES, LOSE WEIGHT, IT'S THAT SIMPLE program but absolutely should be.

Anyway, I need to get cracking and order my happy light. I can feel the mood swings coming on with every falling leaf. Not good.

Here's a last thought: if someone says, go pound sand, say sure! Then head for the freezer. Not to worry. It's on the program and... IT'S (really) THAT SIMPLE!

My Own Bed

Okay, so I miss the sound of the ocean, the beach, the bikes. Blah blah blah. But honestly...sleeping in my own bed last night was borderline orgasmic. Really. And trust me, nothing like that was happening in tent-ville the past ten days. Yes, there was a lot of family bonding going on, but not that kind.

So, the ceiling fan was gently whirring overhead as I climbed into bed last night. The sheets were clean, and sand-free. And the comfort. Yes. Okay, I moaned. Although, as a side note: it's occurred to me that maybe my all-nighters in the bed of sand (with a few ants) was a kind of full-body exfoliation. Every time I turned over, I got polished. Who knew camping could be so spa-like?

But my own bed. I can feel it calling, whispering softly. Stop typing. Come lie down. The laundry can wait. Maybe that's a good idea. Re-entry into one's regular life can be a bit trying, scary even. So, maybe I need to get horizontal, stretch out.

Thirty minutes tops.