Poem of the Day--

nothing else to do

spread fallen leaves sleep on them

the mountain's beauty

 

---Taneda Santÿka

Check in: My Weekend & I Want to Return to the Days of a "Healthy Tan..."

Back from a weekend at this place - Lake Quinault Lodge in Washington's rainforest. Though the weather was lovely, just as it has been.

The best way I can describe this place is that it reminds me of the resort in Dirty Dancing except no creepy Patrick Swayze guys giving "dance lessons." Also, no end of the summer musical put on by the guests, but it takes you back in time. The rooms have no TV's, no internet, no email, and the entire area has no cellphone service.

They do have a resident ghost named Beverly who I tried to hunt out by sneaking up this old dark stairwell to an attic door that was...unlocked. So I opened it, but it was spooky enough, I didn't open it much until I saw white boxes and decided I may not find ghosts up there, but I could find myself in a lot of trouble, so down the stairs I came. I took a photo to see if there were any ghosts (aka "orbs of light") but didn't see any. I'll post it if I "captured" Beverly or any of her spirit friends.

Other than that, I'm still getting over a bad sunburn. Completely my fault. I've been warned about global warming, Al Gore is in town even. I am a pale white girl, have always been a pale white girl. Part Irish. Part moron. But those days out in the sun, it felt good. I'm guessing it must be what a cigarette feels like in the lungs of an ex-smoker who never really wanted to quit. I never wanted to "quit" the sun. I did though. Sunblock. Sunscreen. Sun umbrellas. Sun hats. I'm like that movie Powder, except cuter...and female.

And I'm half French, so I *can* tan. It's just not in the way my olive skinned family tans. It's more red to tan, but this time, I over did it. The time ticked on and I laid on my deck reading magazines, trying to read magazines, but falling asleep, turning over and watching the clouds and falling asleep. The sun, a yellow sleeping pill. I know, it's bad for me-- melanoma, wrinkles, age spots, bad bad sun. But how can something that feels so good be so bad? But I've had my summer fix, I'll wear my SPF 1000 and walk around draped in fabric. It was you and me, sun. A quick hit and now I must be going to the island where people hide under palm trees and shade is synonymous with no fun.