Until the wind kicked up this afternoon and upset my allergies, today was one of those beautiful, sunny, blue-sky’d LA days. One of the few before June Gloom kicks in, and the sun is obscured by a depressing gray fog for, well, all of bloody June. Anybody who thinks it’s sunny all the time in LA hasn’t ever been here in June.
I had so many, many things I could have done with this beautiful day. There were hikes & bike rides & social events on the message boards. It was a good day to go for a solo hike, or go walking down to the beach, or hop in the truck and head out for a drive.
So, I stayed home, just like last night. I’m such a loser.
Well, not really. It was the first full day I’ve been at home in weeks. Between trips out of town, camping in Joshua Tree, and working yesterday (again), I really just needed a day to decompress.
And clean! Laundry! Vacuuming! Hey, look at that, I’ve got carpet! It’s tan! I’d started be unsure of what my floor covering was. I read through weeks worth of LA Weekly’s, dumped piles of junk mail that had been stacking up into recycling, went for a walk to return yesterday’s DVD. Productive, but in a lazy way.
And I ended the day giving into temptation. You see, over the last week or so, a couple of people (and the guilty know who they are) had been dropping the thought of hamburgers into our conversations.
Well, I thought, I haven’t hauled out the BBQ in far too long, I think today’s the day.
I don’t BBQ nearly enough. Especially given that I live in Southern California, where you can BBQ all year ’round. Although, admittedly, I’d probably BBQ all year even if I lived in Barrow. Yep, out there getting frostbite while flipping burgers, there I’d be.
So, I went all out: Trader Joe’s steak patty, two slices of cheese, BBQ sauce, some lettuce (you know, so it’s, uh, healthy). Hell, I even threw a couple of slices of crisp bacon on it, just to push it over the edge to completely ostentatious.
Oh, I’ll regret it when I get to they gym tomorrow and find I’ve gained 5 pounds. Totally worth it.
Hey, gotta indulge every now and again. Just not too often, pal. Sometimes the best time off is the time off where you do absolutely nothing.
By: wailin on May 7, 2007
at 5:35 pm