Whew! Today is Friday and we got back from the AL late Monday night. I am so glad that as an adult I can really appreciate why we go to Alabama, and I had a fabulous time doing not much of anything!! My sister's boyfriend Chris went with us, and despite them not having all that much in common, he and David got along really well and I think Dave appreciated not being harassed by a bunch of bossy southern women all weekend. Not that he didn't get harassed anyway, but at least he had an ally. The tally of the trip includes...
2 ~ four-mile walks by the lake
20 ~ Issues of Country Living Magazine read (twice as many new decorating ideas concocted, much to David's chagrin)
Who Knows ~ Cups of coffee!
2 ~ Fishing lines untangled
23 ~ Hands of cards
11 ~ Rows of knitting completed
112 ~ Pages read in my book
And untold delicious fresh vegetables from my grandfather's garden. Even though I was upset because I didn't think I would be able to get good pictures, I used my mom's camera and it seemed to work out fine.
I love going on vacation but I hate the way it makes me feel at work the week after. I never feel motivated and I regretfully take too many breaks in the name of "recovering." This week wasn't as bad as it could have been, but I am really glad it is the weekend, which brings with it the hope that I will magically become motivated to get some stuff done. I think David and I are seriously going to take a trip for our birthdays and our two year wedding anniversary, so before we can do that I have got to get all the other birthday gifts figured out. This time of year is always hard because EVERYONE'S birthdays are in August and September. Jennie and I are going to do a little shopping tomorrow so I am hopeful I can make a dent in it.
David messed up his thigh muscle playing softball last night, and he literally can barely walk. He is loving the fact the he legitimately can't get up and switch 70's Show DVDs, give the dog more food, move just slightly to the left so he isn't taking his half of the bed out of the middle, you know, things that require movement. Lounging is an art to him, and he is definitely getting some practice. Right now he is beside me being hairy and snoring and trying not to move. I have big plans for the weekend, so he better walk it off.
I wish I were waking up tomorrow to a covered back porch with a view of the lake, but instead of pining away I will wake up early and make steps towards making my own house the haven I desperately want. Wish me luck!!