Saturday, November 8, 2014

Day Fifty-Five, Sunny Saturday in Tahoe (Though I Am Writing at Night)

I have been away on a ladies weekend in Tahoe, and I do not think I have been so still and quiet for this length of time since Prima was born. I imagined it would be frolicking and giggling girl time. but it has been two days of good company with conversations and periods of rest. Well we did do a bit more today, we went for a walk which was beautiful. Crisp air but not too chilly with majestic trees all around and every now and then another person out enjoying the scenery. We went for cocktail at a fancy hotel, which was marvelous. The drinks were yummy and we ate some nice food and the surprise of the afternoon was the marshmology. Homemade marshmallows to be toasted on their grand outdoor fire, with all the makings for s'mores. We toasted marshmallows, we stood in snow, we walked through a peaceful grove of trees with one tree in the middle decorated with fairy light, we had a festive and magical afternoon. Now we are back at the cabin, tucked in for the evening, feeling sleepy and content.

Because these past two days have been so sleepy and slow I feel like I have fallen off the wagon. Part of me is anxious to get back, to be busy and productive. Part of me is happy to be in a place where I am not needed for anything, and no one is noticing what I am doing, I don't feel like I have to justify my quietness.

Things will pick up at super speed when I get home, all the birthdays that are coming up, all the holiday celebrations that are looming ahead of us, the speed of life will soon be out of control and then it will calm down as the New Year rolls out and it will all start over again.

I suppose I should have a ton to write about, the picturesque, yet grand hotel we lunched at. the wedding that took place at the hotel, the breathtaking scenery everywhere I look, but tonight my head is empty. I will, however, post a picture of the day's adventure, and with that, goodnight!

Tahoe Sunset


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