Mondays

I should be cleaning.
I should be rushing around with a vacuum and a swiffer and pretty scentsy things to reconstruct my little house into some remnant of a put together home. Because, you see, my mom is coming to visit Wednesday (YAY!!!!).  I'm suddenly sixteen and scrambling to get my room cleaned up before mom comes home from errands. That panic. I have it.
And that panic tends to make me shut down and avoid the important things.
However, I did build a bookshelf today. Ghetto bedroom entertainment center made of boxes we have no more! My bedroom is legit. FINALLY.

I should be cleaning.
But instead I'm here . . . because I can be.
Because I want to be.
Because I like it here.

Sometimes, days are not at all what you expect.
This weekend was supposed to be filled with adventure and decorating and goings on. Instead, we ran errands, which I love doing with Chris for some odd reason. I love holding his hand in the parking lot and laughing at ridiculous items for sale. I love the looks he gives me when he knows I'm giving him my penny-pincher face. I love that I can tell, just by watching him, when he's found what he wants and there's no changing his mind. But, really, I LOVE GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE.

 I understand, now, why some women do nothing but shop. You just have to get out.
Typically, shopping is one of my least favorite things. That might change because, you, see, when you're alone, indoors, maybe even outdoors, walking through your neighborhood (or, in my case, the entire town . . . because it's just that tiny), but it's the same space. 
To go out, into town, is a whole new thing. To see new faces, look at new things. You CRAVE newness, even if it's just a tee shirt. 
Plus it's new colors. I adore colors. I drink them in. Colors. Beautiful bright little things that they are.

Found these delights on the side of the road, growing proud and bright and solitary, while I was walking the dog.
I adore the flowers out here. They're everywhere. Old blooms, new blooms, all the time.

So, this weekend, we shopped for things we needed (like hiking shoes! yay!) and Chris laughed at my I-don't-want-to-spend-the-monies agony (I'd like to say I'm a bargain hunter, but the truth is that I'm just miserably cheap when it comes to buying for myself . . . I'm a flippin charity buying for others).  We drove up a mountain on the tiniest, windiest, one-inch-out-line-and-you-tumble-to-your-death mountain roads to scout out a new hike (score! Fremont Peak, here we come!).  

We didn't get things done.

But we went out. We held hands. We laughed. We reflected on how perfect the "Tron: Legacy" soundtrack is for driving through mountains (Don't believe me? You should try it). We scrounged for food because we definitely need more groceries and kept forgetting to drop by the grocery store because mountain drives are more important. We played video games and talked expansions. We were nerds. We were adventurers.
 

Now, we're back at real life and I do NOT want to vacuum.
But I'll do it anyways. ;]