Ahhh...

I am house sitting for my parents for a few days while they have a mini vacation. So I have escaped my infamous neighborhood for a while… and what a difference. Sunday was glorious, that really the best word I can think to use. During the hottest part of the day I went in search of scrap booking paraphernalia with a friend of mine, as I really want to take that up again. Then we went for a paddle in the Kayaks. After she left I managed to get some work done on a map I’m working on, then I sat on the front porch enjoying the evening sun with a glass of wine and the newspaper. After dinner I decided to go for ice cream and a walk. I walked down to the Point Spa and got ice cream for the first time since I was in high school. Then I walked the main beach as the sun was setting and the sky looked like spun pink and blue cotton candy. I was all energized so I walked back along the water and walked the whole way around the point. It was the perfect time for walking, late, cool and pleasant. It was so nice to be able to walk at that time without having to worry about being mugged. That is the perfect time for me to exercise – as opposed to first thing in the morning, which never happens. I always say I should get up and go, but frankly there just is no fighting biology. I’m a night person. Period.

As much as I’m enjoying the relaxing quiet of GLP you know that calamity, at least accident induced calamity can never fall far behind my wake. At about 11 pm last night I took a glass of wine and my book to bed. As I was getting settled I noticed a LARGE spider on the wall just near my pillow. I’m sorry he just had to go. Now for all you insect lovers that are going to scream cause I said I killed a spider – if he had been almost anywhere else in the house I would have left him alone – but not near my head when I’m sleeping. Sorry, childhood phobia, so I don’t want to hear it.

So anyway, I reached for the tissues to dispatch him and somehow (I haven’t figured out how yet) my wine glass got knocked over, soaking everything. This was way too much liquid for a few tissues so I darted out of the room to grab a hand towel and immediately stomped on the dog’s bone. Its one of those evil nylon ones with the little nubs all over it to clean their teeth, you can just imagine how that felt on the arch of my foot. So after resoundingly kicking the bone down the hallway, I was hopping up and down on one foot swearing trying to get the closet door open and get a towel before the tissue dam I made is breached and wine goes all over the carpet. Well if finally got the mess cleaned up only to find myself VERY awake, with a sore arch (but at least I didn’t have to listen to screaming neighbors or booming stereos only fog horns). Oh well, so much for an early night…