I just grabbed a scoop full of M&Ms out of my candy jar and they’re arranged in little piles on my desk according to color. Three blue, two brown, five orange and five green. The blue are my favorite, so I’ll save those for last. While I know it doesn’t have a distinct flavor, whenever I see anything that’s blue and edible, I gravitate towards it. I still love blue food, and I still kind of wish I had blue hair like that character from She-Ra.
Plus, a few minutes ago, I realized Allan and I will only have dinner together once this week. Well, other than yesterday. Tonight he’s golfing, tomorrow I have a Special Olympics meeting and Friday I have Special Olympics opening ceremonies. Which leaves Thursday for dinner and we generally eat out at least once a week. So maybe I won’t have to cook at all until Sunday!! How awesome would that be? (No, still not a fan of cooking.)
Basically, because of the dinners and my job, I’m going to be all out of whack until next Monday.
Today feels like Monday because of Memorial Day weekend and three solid days out of the office. We pretty much took it easy, relaxed and watched 300 DVR’d episodes of How I Met Your Mother all weekend, but on Sunday we went hiking.
Have I mentioned that my husband is a nature freak? He is. Totally. I mean, yeah, he wears wool pants every day and his cuff links are from Tiffany’s, but more than anything, the boy loves to be outside. So this weekend we took a day trip to hike in Boone, his Most Favorite Place on Earth. It’s where he wants to retire. I want to retire on the coast in South Carolina, but that’s another story.
Okay, he loves to be outside. And he wanted to take me and the dog hiking on a trail that would lead to some natural swimming pools. So we drove three hours to the mountains. Ate a quick Jimmy John’s sub. Drove a half hour to a one-lane dirt road that was so steep, if you rolled to the right you’d drop 400 feet. At least. And then when we got to the very bottom of this insane road (after my knuckles were permanently stained white), we hiked for about 45 minutes, crossed knee-deep streams and climbed rocks. And WAAHHHH! we arrived at the pools. They really were pretty gorgeous. A trio of waterfalls formed the pools, which were made entirely of granite. The water was crystal clear and pretty frigid – but after all the hiking and the heart-stopping drive, the water felt more refreshing than frigid. We swam around, took some pictures, tried to stop Murphy from trying to
drown play with anyone who splashed, then hiked back through the trail, drove up the incredibly scary dirt road, took an hour-long detour and ended up back in Raleigh just in time to crawl into bed.
Moral of the story: no more day-trips to Boone. Yes, it is beautiful there. Yes, I would love to go back and do some more swimming and hiking. BUT! We must spend the night. I don’t want to spend 8.5 hours in a car for an hour of swimming and two hours of hiking. Hell, our community has a pool and it’s only a five minute ‘hike’ to get there! We don’t even need to get into the car!
I took the Nikon with me to take pictures, but I only had my 50mm lens. Although it’s my favorite, it wasn’t right for this kind of outing. I wasn’t able to take any big, sweeping photos of the area. Those are on our little Olympus, the connector cable for which is misplaced right now. Once I find it, I’ll post more pictures. They should be really pretty. But they could look like crap. (Our big lens is in California with our neighbors, who also have an awesome Nikon!)
Ps: I love this song.