Tuesday, August 16, 2011

8-15-11

   I could start off this blog by telling you everything there is to know about me, but I'd rather you get to know me the hard way by reading about my day to day life.

    I woke up a little later than I'd typically like today. I've just gotten over a nasty cold and needed some extra snoozing to face the day. It was probably about 10:30 in the late morning before I got myself up and running at the speed of life.
   What a beautiful day! I had to clean the apartment because the property managers are coming by for inspections sometime tomorrow. I scrubbed all the scuff marks and blue hair dye splotches (oops) off the walls and doors. I swept, wiped, dusted, and sanctified just about everything in this apartment. I didn't vacuum, though, and for that I am greatly shamed.
   Around noon-thirty I went outside to get some exercise and a good dose of vitamin D. There's a lovely trail that runs along a creek just behind the apartment complex and it is about 12 miles long. There was nary a cloud in the sky today and I couldn't help but smile as I listened to music and soaked up the lovely afternoon sunshine.
Crossing stones to get to my special place.

   There's a few places off of the path that I like to visit from time to time when I decide to go for a hike. My favorite is a path of rocks that leads across the creek over a drop off nestled in a small grove of trees. The sun speckles the rocks through the leaves of the trees and shadows dance to the beat of the wind in the waters pouring over the gray stones. I feel like I'm in a little fairy grove and my unicorn will prance up to me any moment asking for a treat and thanking me for it with a nuzzle to the face. Only in dreams.
   The attire I had chosen wasn't really up to par for a hike. I wore a long-sleeved silky floral dress cinched at the waist with a black belt, grey leggings, and lace-up black boots that went to mid-calf. It didn't stop me from getting myself dirtied by nature, but I think next time I'll wear jeans and tennis shoes.

Not good for hiking.
   I love animals and I usually see a fair share of them on my little hikes. Today
 I saw my friend Toaster, the black squirrel . I've seen him several times from my porch on the second floor of the building. He likes to nap on the fence. I got a video of me trying to entice him from a tree to be friends, but I think he wanted to play it safe this time. To be honest, saying "meow" wasn't the best maneuver I used in trying to befriend the cute rodent. I usually bring a healthy treat in my pocket for any friends I might see, but I forgot this time. Sadness.
  I was all sweaty and gooey from sunshine and frolics so I had to shower before moving on to more fun stuff. I can go into detail, but it was mostly me washing dirt off my body in a non-sexy way.

In progress. Little boxes on the hillside.
   I really love boxes. I don't know why. I just do. I have cardboard boxes from craft stores, boxes from products that were sturdy enough to be kept, and wooden boxes from thrift stores and flea markets that caught my eye. Lately I started to put these boxes to use with my crafting talent.
The  completed "I'm Watching You" treasure box.

   I made a delicious egg sandwich for my love (Juice Pig) and I for dinner. I spread mayo (which I usually hate) and Chipotle Tabasco sauce onto each side of 2 buns and cooked them all on a pan until they were crispy like a grilled cheese sandwich. Then I fried 3 eggs and put them on the crisped buns with a little bit of cheddar. I took left over mashed potatoes from dinner a few nights ago and fried them in a pan with some sauteed onions to make a crispy, browned coating on the potatoes and served them as a side. I liked the spicy mayo on the eggs. I could have used a little lettuce or tomato on the sandwich but I was just working with what I had at the time. To be honest the bread was from hot dog buns. Don't be wasty, the Ent always said. I think.
   I have so much to share! Tomorrow, I transform a jar into...well, something else. Excited?


-Dustpan


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