Staycation part 2

grind

Tomorrow, I go back to work. I’m both sad and excited. Sad that my vacation time must end, and excited because I’m feeling refreshed. Which means I accomplished my goal. 🙂 My goal was to disconnect and even though I didn’t go off to hit the calming bliss of a cabin in the woods on an island in the sound… I did disconnect and had a fine ol’ time.

Sunday ended up being a great day. I slept in, tinkered with my microphone and recording, visited a friend and her band practice to get some microphone set up advice and got to jam with them for a few minutes, wandered the international district briefly to find a Vietnamese sandwich…mmm. And then got a chance to try the most amazing chicken dish I’d ever tried before. It involved some crazy spices and coconut milk and cooking it for what must have been close to 4 hours. I did pay some attention to the cooking process, but was also absorbed in trying to capture the chef in a drawing. She has unusually striking eyes and I wanted to try and capture them. I failed miserably – the tablet and I still have some growing pains to get through first. The rest of the evening was spent hanging out watching some new shows. It was quiet and peaceful and comfortable.

I slept well. That’s a first in a long time.

Monday morning came too quickly. But instead of going to work, it was filled with a stroll along Alki beach and a seafood omelet in a cafe overlooking the water. Have I mentioned I’m a sucker for breakfasts? I was supposed to hit the costume store in the afternoon with Jen, I am considering a costume for cosplay.. I know, I know… NERD. It is what it is. Jen is the chef of the amazing chicken, but she wasn’t feeling well so I went home and relaxed, played video games with the bro, did a few chores, started reading a new book. Overall, a lovely day.

Today I got the chance to explore one of my favorite places. It’s a small town in Eastern Washington. One I grew up going to every weekend and most of the summers. We’d camp and fish and explore the rivers, we’d go off-roading in groups, we’d explore the wilds – desert and rugged territories that are so different from the lush greenery that you see in Seattle. Drive somewhere to get lost and feel good about accomplishing the goal. I loved that growing up. I still love that to this day. And now that I’m home, I’m cuddling with my youngest… I feel rested. Content. Happy.

I’m a simple girl. I took more enjoyment today walking through a cool funky farm and hardware store than I ever do walking through a makeup store at the mall. I like to look good, I like nice things, nice restaurants, but I’m just as at home in a dive bar in a po-dunk town eating waffle fries, or hunting down old rusted up hunks of junk that barely qualify as cars and dream over fixing them up. Yes I did this today… was kind of funny – no trespassing signs posted and visions of a shot gun being aimed at me as I go tromping into a junk yard all because there was this old.. and i mean REALLY old rusted up ambulance. This is the best pic I could hunt up online to show.  And of course, what is my luck as I’m strolling up this hunk of junk star struck but some old guy comes out.  After explaining that I wasn’t a terrorist, I just wanted to admire the car… he seemed a little surprised but was fine with the trespassing.  🙂
ambulance

The glass was still intact in the back. It was etched just like this picture. If only the rest of the car looked like this.  It was completely rusted, collapsing in the middle, and probably had a whole family of stray cats or rodents living in it.   But you could see, if you looked really closely, what she was.  What she had been.  (Yes, I refer to cars as she…. I’m a dork, what can I say?)  Sigh… oh if only I didn’t have to worry about funding a move right now.  I want a project car again.  I miss having one to work on.  I want something American muscle.  Patience Jen, we’ll get there.  Gotta be responsible first.  🙂

Need to kick into high gear now and pack the house, figure out if I’m going to get the place I applied for or if I need to start looking again. Either way though, I need to pack. And there is a lot of house to pack. Should be fun times. 🙂 Have I mentioned that I absolutely HATE moving? 🙂

Staycation Part 1

It’s Sunday.  The house is quiet.  I am very obviously not on Orcas Island.  And … I’m completely okay with that.  I have no plans for myself for the next couple of days, and I’ve given myself one rule.  Think about (and accomplish) needs/wants only.  No stress or drama, no grumpiness, no pain.  Meaning:  No thoughts about work, no thoughts about moving, no thoughts that bring about sadness or pain.  Or at least try and remember to turn them off when they do occasionally pop up.

Yesterday was lovely.  I met with a friend for coffee, ran a few errands, and then disappeared into a favorite book store.  I filled my arms with books and hunted down a chair.  There was another woman there, and she was doing the same.  Her arms filled with books on dragons.  She had one I’d considered grabbing, as it covered the techniques of painting scales and certain textures.  I commented to her about it as she plopped into the seat next to mine and we ended up chatting about art and comics.  She’s a local artist.  Very nice woman.  We laughed about wanting to have a coloring party and exchanged numbers.  🙂

I talked to my little brother briefly yesterday.  My real brother, not the “bro” I live with. 🙂  He and I are both wanting some sibling time. He’s planning to come stay a night soon so we can stay up too late gabbing and laughing and sharing.  Then have horrible-for-you-but-oh-so-good breakfast diner food the next morning.  I’ve enjoyed watching him get older and become a young adult.  In my case, being significantly older than a sibling is interesting because you love them, and want to share everything you can with them, but know that age and maturity is a factor in understanding the choices that we make as adults or as parents.  So you don’t share everything.  Sometimes you just stay silent and stand back and watch.  I think he’s on the track to being a very cool man.  It will be interesting to see what he grows and becomes.

I came home and painted.  And painted.  And painted.  I had candles.  I had my entire music collection put into one playlist and set to “random”.  I had a glass of amazing red wine.  Ok, over the course of the night I had 2 glasses.  I was trying a new technique I’d found in a book.  I wanted to see if I could accomplish it.  I used a photo as a guide and went about trying to replicate the picture I’d found in the book.  I did it.  It’s not perfect, I somehow messed up half way through and Photoshop put a 30 px outline on all that was laid down.  So I had to go back and repaint a lot of what I’d already done.  I’m still new to painting on the computer.  It’s awkward for me, but I’m dedicated to figuring it out.  Blending just pisses me off on the computer.  You lose the ability to shade with your hands a lot.  But tablets and technology are giving me the opportunity to paint without the mess, in my living room with my feet up, relaxed.  Not hunched over an easel. I knew 3/4 of the way through that I wanted to finish my painting last night, and I knew it would hurt to do so.  My hands were cramping. 🙂 But I was so excited to see what took shape.

Should I show you all?  Please remember, I am not the original artist.  This is NOT my work… I mean – it is … I painted it.  But from a small photo.  I don’t feel right taking credit.  Shoot I feel even worse that I didn’t think to note down the original artist.  Or the book.  Bad Jen.  But here it is all the same.

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