Some people believe that removing cobwebs is part of a regular cleaning regimen. I believe that if I removed all the cobwebs there would be no pretty spider webs to photograph in the morning.
Making Small Town Look Good.
So, going on a walk at 8am seems like it’s walking in the morning. However, I have been informed that it’s not really walking in the morning. It’s too late for everything to have that crisp, morning glow.
Whatever. This is the best I can do. The light was still pretty as it filtered through the trees. That counts for something.
I’m fairly certain I haven’t worn eye liner since I was about sixteen. I haven’t stopped buying it. I just apply it and then wipe it off because I am incapable of putting makeup on with out hearing my mom tell me to use a light hand. 90 percent of what I put on, I take off again. I don’t know why I reached for the eye liner today. It’s not like I was planning on leaving the house.
Turns out, I really hate the stuff. I can’t apply it correctly and I think it just makes me look old. Or maybe that’s just any makeup I can see on myself? I don’t know. The point? If you catch the wind blowing through your hair while taking self-portraits, it won’t matter how badly you’ve applied your makeup. And, if I really want to wear makeup, I should just have my sister-in-law apply it for me. End of story.
I’m making it a point this summer to take my kids to see the local attractions instead of traveling all over the place. We’re pretty blessed to have Sequoia National Forest as our playground and I’m trying to take advantage. On day 6, we went to a set of lakes that are just a couple of miles and a short hike from my house.
This picture isn’t doing the lake any justice but the bright reflection was one I couldn’t pass up.
Feel free to look at the splendor that is the meadow and lakes instead of another picture of me:
It’s 101 degrees in the shade on my porch right now. There isn’t much you can do in this weather, except get in the water and try to make whirlpools with your kids.
And if your wondering why I am wearing a dress in the pool? It’s because I wasn’t planning on getting in. I was sitting peacefully next to the pool when a giant wave of water mysteriously made it’s way on to me. Once you’re wet, you might as well get in.
So I did.
And I was glad.
It’s been getting into the hundreds ’round these parts during the day, which means if I want to run I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:45. I am not happy about this, but I am happy to run. Afterwards I bend my decidedly not-bendy body into all kinds of contortions because I am bordering on old-age (32!) and if I don’t stretch very, very well, I spend the rest of the day hobbling around the house trying to figure out what the heck I did to myself.
This is the only stretch I actually enjoy doing and that’s only because I pretend I am a ballerina whilst I do it. I am not- nor could I ever have been- a ballerina. Mostly because I am probably the least coordinated person on the planet. But for two minutes a day, I get to pretend I am.