a day off


a day of doing nothing. i haven’t done that in ages. sure, i talk about taking it easy, but that usually ends up meaning nothing more than staying home and, let me tell you, there is plenty to be done around here. because of the time we spend out of the house, i’m stuck letting things slide in it. there are always dishes to be washed, laundry to be done, things to be put away and those (and a long list of other deadlines to meet, demands to address, meetings to prep) are the things that creep into any small gaps that i label time off. not today. on friday, i wrote about my need to prioritize sleep and that includes rest in general. today was a giant leap in the right direction. after slipping into bed just after 1am, i was found wandering the apartment in search of water and to the audience of a couple of chirping cats before eight. normally, i’d lace up and head out the door, but it took all that i had to resist that urge and to crawl back into bed instead. not sure how long i’d be able to stand the idle state, i aspired to read for as long as i could force myself. surprisingly, sleep returned on and off for the duration of the morning. it was after noon by the time we got out of bed! long before that, i’d already declared sunday strike day. not a thing related to any form of work would be done or even considered until at least monday morning. (i even pondered whether blogging fits into my day off non-schedule, but couldn’t bear to spoil my eighty-nine day streak. besides, it’s not work.)

so, yeah, we were lazy today. so lazy. the extent of our efforts went into getting dressed and picking up lunch from the chronic tacos that just opened in new westminster. (as an aside, if you haven’t yet, get there!) movies on the couch filled what was left of the day (as suspected, kev hated annie hall) and knitting was as strenuous a task as i took on.


yesterday, for the second time this month, we took a little road trip down to everett to see kevin’s cousin and his washington stealth host their second home game of the season. i was a little hesitant to be on the road with my folks for hours, but it all turned out really well and we had a great time. unfortunately, it didn’t work out the same for dean and crew. i’m not going to lie to you, it was a little hard to watch.

i’ve never seen kevin as excited to see a player as he was to see brodie, even banging on the glass to get the attention of his (not so) little protégé

the chocolate covered strawberries always look so good, but i’ve still never tried them

the game was really nothing to laugh at – thankfully we had my dad there for comic relief

like the guy has never seen a smartphone before

while my mom was mesmerized by paul rabil and took his postcard home, my dad found bomber the star of the night (he got a postcard, too)


and, in other news, my hair experimentation waded me into new territory for our road trip. when i asked kevin, “how’s this hairdo?” he replied, “it’s very princess leia.” true story. braids and buns. for the sake of a twitter follower ( 😛 ), i had to share a glimpse.

now back to the non-grind with, perhaps, some letter-writing on the couch, squeezing out the last few minutes this weekend has to offer.


4 responses »

  1. HAHAHAHAHAHA Thanks for the picture of your hair!!! Very sexy, I might add. It sounds like you guys had a great weekend! You should do nothing more often 😉

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