Got out of the house with Miss V today. We drove out to one of the local beaches (which, in 72-degree weather, was packed) and enjoyed the sun for a while. Unfortunately we didn't give ourselves a lot of time, as she had a birthday party to attend this evening, but it was still nice to get out.
I realized something today -- well, not so much realized it, but had it more strongly impressed upon my brain. I've picked up some bad habits in the last few years. In our last home, I was practically a recluse; there were days when the only time I went outside was to get the mail. Some of that behavior has continued here, where on occasion I've holed up for no good reason. That has to stop! Feh. I may be a house fairy, but I'm not tethered to the washing machine. There are so many things to see and do around here, I've got transportation, and Miss V will only be a child for a year or two more (already she's bristling at being called "kid" and "little girl," so I can see the writing on the wall). It's time to explore and discover and otherwise join the land of the living.
Besides, what fairy in her right mind would skip the chance to spend time in the Arboretum?