Back From Paradise
Sep. 13th, 2014 12:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddy_radiator*Waves at Flist*
Hello all. I'm back from my mini vacation at Holden Beach with mother and TheHubs™. It was lovely, but all too short a trip. Holden Beach is a very quiet little ocean-front village that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kmhmd and her hubbie introduced us to back in 2010, and I've longed to return ever since. Mother graciously paid for the house, we did all the driving, and we all had a wonderful time. We've always gone to Myrtle Beach, which, in my heyday, was a great place to go. Now it's very overpriced, uber-touristy and the beaches are crap. I still like to drive through and reminisce, though. Holden Beach is more like the Myrtle Beach of my memory, a place unspoiled by the trappings and junk jewelry flash of a true tourist destination like Myrtle Beach. I spent 80% of my time there sitting in a rocking chair, watching and listening to the Atlantic ocean. It was lovely. This was the view from my rocking chair:
The first night we were there we were treated to a helluva storm, and it rained the entire day afterward. That doesn't normally bother me in the least, but we were staying in an elderly beach house, which was rocking like some sort of fairground earthquake simulation ride, and I slep zero that night thinking that any minute now I'd need to rouse TheHubs™ and sprint for the car. I mean, this house was a-rockin'. I've stayed in other beachhouses on stilts before; I don't ever remember one shimmying like Sister Kate.
As you can see, TheHubs™ and I are the worst photographers ever. These are the only 5 photos we took. We are just too busy living in the moment to remember to take pictures.
Thankfully the house held out and the rest of the time was perfectly lovely. The toughest part was finding something to eat. All the restaurants (except fast food and chains) opened at 4pm, so finding a place to lunch was almost impossible. We did have a spectacular buffet one night, where I ate roughly my own weight in scrumptious crab legs, and found a great little out-of-the way place for lunch (finally!) on the last day, where we were treated to a free dessert because one particular pesky fly wouldn't leave us alone. It was one of those mini-dessert things restaurants do now (so they don't have to give you too much for your money), and while it was a perfect size, it was temple-achingly sweet. We haven't eaten things like that in several weeks, and I was amazed just how much my body reacted to the sugar, but apparently not amazed enough to push my luck again.
We had started eating very healthily before we left, and managed for the most part to continue (crab legs not withstanding, but I didn't feel too guilty because it was my only meal that day), until Thursday, when we ate breakfast at one of the pancake houses and I had a waffle. The amount of syrup I require for a waffle or pancakes is not conducive to healthy eating, and it never occurred to me to ask for sugar-free syrup. For the rest of the day I felt awful. All yesterday I was cranky and hungry; my skin itched abominably and I felt generally crap. Lesson learned: sugar is not my friend. I am not diabetic, but I was heading that way, and this certainly proved that I feel so much better without it.
This time, I have had to seriously question why I have sabotaged my own health over the years, and now that I understand it, it's a little easier to spot and not give in to it's pueurile demands, but it's clever and wiley; I have to be constantly vigilant.
We did a lot of walking, which was good, and while the sun wasn't present a lot of the time, the humidity was tough; I sweated like a pig. We drank copious amounts of water and unsweetened tea, and my knee got a little sore -alabastard, thank you for extolling the restorative powers of Tiger Balm. That seems to have worked a treat.
I did zero writing there, and was only on internet for a few minutes each day, and I think I needed that break as well. Now I feel much more motivated to finish this novel. I'm so glad I didn't sign up for giftfest, because I'm not there right now. I did read some old SSHG stuff while I was at HB, and I still love the pairing with all my heart, but I need to break from them. I have written a lot of fanfiction these past four years, and I'm very proud of what I've done, and in order to go on being proud, I need to give them a little breathing room. I loved writing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_het_taboo, and hopefully will receive something to write for their upcoming fest, and of course I still adore grangersnape100, and plan on doing that for awhile. Other than that, I make no demands on myself, because I want to write something good, and feel good about writing it.
I also hope to be able to send some more shorts to be published. Till then, it's crunch time for the novel. I've said this for too long. TheHubs™ and I had this long discussion last week about names, and whether or not I should publish original stuff under a different name. Teddy Radiator has been my name for so long now I feel like it's more real than the one I have in RL (I certainly like it better than my real name), but I don't know if it's too jokey or frivolous. I don't want to go down the anonymous Initial route (although look what it did for JK Rowling and EL James) but I don't know. It's just a little thing I idly muse about at times.
My friend T has posted that instead of a funeral for Glenda, they are going to have a huge party in a couple of weeks. We are desperately trying to find a way to go to Texas for it; if we do, I'll be contacting my Texas pards (droxy and irishredlass, I'm lookin' at you) to see if we could meet up for a couple of hours or so. It would be a flying visit, and I don't know if we're up to it, but I'd surely like to go and say goodbye to Glenda the way she wanted to be remembered.
Well, the joys of last week mean I must work today to earn my daily bread, so I'm off to do the work thang. Hugs to all who needs 'em, and have a great weekend!
Hello all. I'm back from my mini vacation at Holden Beach with mother and TheHubs™. It was lovely, but all too short a trip. Holden Beach is a very quiet little ocean-front village that
kmhmd and her hubbie introduced us to back in 2010, and I've longed to return ever since. Mother graciously paid for the house, we did all the driving, and we all had a wonderful time. We've always gone to Myrtle Beach, which, in my heyday, was a great place to go. Now it's very overpriced, uber-touristy and the beaches are crap. I still like to drive through and reminisce, though. Holden Beach is more like the Myrtle Beach of my memory, a place unspoiled by the trappings and junk jewelry flash of a true tourist destination like Myrtle Beach. I spent 80% of my time there sitting in a rocking chair, watching and listening to the Atlantic ocean. It was lovely. This was the view from my rocking chair:The first night we were there we were treated to a helluva storm, and it rained the entire day afterward. That doesn't normally bother me in the least, but we were staying in an elderly beach house, which was rocking like some sort of fairground earthquake simulation ride, and I slep zero that night thinking that any minute now I'd need to rouse TheHubs™ and sprint for the car. I mean, this house was a-rockin'. I've stayed in other beachhouses on stilts before; I don't ever remember one shimmying like Sister Kate.
As you can see, TheHubs™ and I are the worst photographers ever. These are the only 5 photos we took. We are just too busy living in the moment to remember to take pictures.
Thankfully the house held out and the rest of the time was perfectly lovely. The toughest part was finding something to eat. All the restaurants (except fast food and chains) opened at 4pm, so finding a place to lunch was almost impossible. We did have a spectacular buffet one night, where I ate roughly my own weight in scrumptious crab legs, and found a great little out-of-the way place for lunch (finally!) on the last day, where we were treated to a free dessert because one particular pesky fly wouldn't leave us alone. It was one of those mini-dessert things restaurants do now (so they don't have to give you too much for your money), and while it was a perfect size, it was temple-achingly sweet. We haven't eaten things like that in several weeks, and I was amazed just how much my body reacted to the sugar, but apparently not amazed enough to push my luck again.
We had started eating very healthily before we left, and managed for the most part to continue (crab legs not withstanding, but I didn't feel too guilty because it was my only meal that day), until Thursday, when we ate breakfast at one of the pancake houses and I had a waffle. The amount of syrup I require for a waffle or pancakes is not conducive to healthy eating, and it never occurred to me to ask for sugar-free syrup. For the rest of the day I felt awful. All yesterday I was cranky and hungry; my skin itched abominably and I felt generally crap. Lesson learned: sugar is not my friend. I am not diabetic, but I was heading that way, and this certainly proved that I feel so much better without it.
This time, I have had to seriously question why I have sabotaged my own health over the years, and now that I understand it, it's a little easier to spot and not give in to it's pueurile demands, but it's clever and wiley; I have to be constantly vigilant.
We did a lot of walking, which was good, and while the sun wasn't present a lot of the time, the humidity was tough; I sweated like a pig. We drank copious amounts of water and unsweetened tea, and my knee got a little sore -
alabastard, thank you for extolling the restorative powers of Tiger Balm. That seems to have worked a treat.I did zero writing there, and was only on internet for a few minutes each day, and I think I needed that break as well. Now I feel much more motivated to finish this novel. I'm so glad I didn't sign up for giftfest, because I'm not there right now. I did read some old SSHG stuff while I was at HB, and I still love the pairing with all my heart, but I need to break from them. I have written a lot of fanfiction these past four years, and I'm very proud of what I've done, and in order to go on being proud, I need to give them a little breathing room. I loved writing for
hp_het_taboo, and hopefully will receive something to write for their upcoming fest, and of course I still adore grangersnape100, and plan on doing that for awhile. Other than that, I make no demands on myself, because I want to write something good, and feel good about writing it.I also hope to be able to send some more shorts to be published. Till then, it's crunch time for the novel. I've said this for too long. TheHubs™ and I had this long discussion last week about names, and whether or not I should publish original stuff under a different name. Teddy Radiator has been my name for so long now I feel like it's more real than the one I have in RL (I certainly like it better than my real name), but I don't know if it's too jokey or frivolous. I don't want to go down the anonymous Initial route (although look what it did for JK Rowling and EL James) but I don't know. It's just a little thing I idly muse about at times.
My friend T has posted that instead of a funeral for Glenda, they are going to have a huge party in a couple of weeks. We are desperately trying to find a way to go to Texas for it; if we do, I'll be contacting my Texas pards (
droxy and irishredlass, I'm lookin' at you) to see if we could meet up for a couple of hours or so. It would be a flying visit, and I don't know if we're up to it, but I'd surely like to go and say goodbye to Glenda the way she wanted to be remembered.Well, the joys of last week mean I must work today to earn my daily bread, so I'm off to do the work thang. Hugs to all who needs 'em, and have a great weekend!
