Back from the lake and my back is killing me.

We went out to Lost Lake yesterday and it was a fantastic day. We had a little picnic lunch when we arrived, then rented a rowboat, spent about two hours gliding along the lake and just enjoying the nice weather. Matt rowed most of the time (he's much more coordinated than I am and had been using the rowing machine at the gym so he's had more practice) but for the 15 or 20 minutes that I rowed, I felt like I was doing it wrong. And boy was I right. Today I have a stabbing pain between my shoulder blades and my spine that goes up to my neck. I am such a wuss.

Selling my memories for a pittance...

...leaves me with mixed emotions. On the one hand, garage sales are fun to browse and a great way to make a little extra cash (which I definitely need right now). On the other hand, seeing people look at the treasures, which once held some sort of importance for me, as though they were digging through a dumpster is just... sad and a little painful. Fortunately, I had a side sale of the jewelry I make and got a lot of positive response about it so I ended the sale feeling pretty good about things. Plus, it was fun listening to '50's Hawaiian music (the Reader's Digest Aloha Hawaii 8-track, volume one and two!) and hanging out with Matt. We ordered pizza and enjoyed the sun (he got too much - I stayed in the shade) and made enough to go to the beach tomorrow without feeling like we're blowing our rent money. All in all, it was a good day.

It's weird not having much to say...

I have been so removed from writing that I'm grasping for something of substance to put down here. I feel like I'm second guessing everything I would write as not interesting or not important enough to document... I guess I'm so used to communicating face-to-face about anything of importance to me that it's hard to get back into my own head and let out the inner monologue. I have full, lengthy conversations in my head all the time so it should be easy to translate that to print but everytime I look at the blank page, my mind reflects what I'm looking at and I can't seem to focus on a stream of thought. I'd like to be witty and full of insight about life and being married and having a dog...I'm sure that will come out in time. Until then, I'm going to try to have some adventures that will be fun to write about. Like in the old days... :)

New laptop, same lazy girl

I got a new laptop and I am hoping it will encourage me to get back into writing. We shall see what happens.