Living on lake time

A close friend has a family camp on Grand Lake, and she’s been kind enough to host us a few times this summer. The two of us grew up together, alongside her brothers and multiple cousins, and my brother and I were sort of adopted into their family by virtue of living next door to her grandparents. We’ve only recently had the chance to spend more time together, given we each have kids and busy lives, so this was a real treat.

The kids love it, of course. They’ll spend most of the day in the water, then come home exhausted and bug-bitten, smelling of sunblock and lake water. There has been lots of sun, a mild case of swimmer’s itch, and at least two bloodsuckers. Because it’s not a successful summer day unless you’re exhausted and slathered in calamine lotion at the end of it.

I visited this place often as a kid, so it’s fulfilling to watch the next generation enjoy it as much as we did.

For the grown-ups, time by the lake means disconnecting, relaxing, having a drink, and catching up with friends. I definitely need more of that in my life. Going to the lake is like a giant “time out”.

Good hair days, part 2

Remember when I wrote about my new “not quite no ‘poo” routine? It’s been almost a year, and I’m proud to say I haven’t touched a drop of traditional shampoo or conditioner since I started this experiment.

Not much has changed since last year. For a few weeks I switched to peppermint Castile soap because I’d run out of J.R. Liggett’s and wanted to see if the liquid soap was an acceptable substitute, but it left my hair dry. I’ve noticed a significant improvement since going back to the shampoo bar. I can go longer between washes without my scalp feeling “icky” and my hair doesn’t get that crunchy feeling at the ends. Lesson learned! It’s definitely worth using the shampoo bar.

Curly Q!I’ve also started using a teaspoon of melted coconut oil after each shampoo, mixed with a drop of essential oil (peppermint, lavender, or tangerine), because I missed having that freshly washed smell. Despite what people say about apple cider vinegar not leaving a smell, Tim (a hypersensitive olfactory type) insists he can smell the ACV. The coconut oil keeps the frizz away without looking greasy, and if I don’t brush it, the curl really comes out.

My hair hasn’t been this long since college, and I’m enjoying the ability to put it in a ponytail or wrap it in a bun when I want it out of my face. I’d always hated having long hair because it ended up frizzy and wild, but this routine seems to have tamed the locks. I’m due for a haircut to remove the damaged ends, but I’m waiting ’til it’s a smidge longer.

And yeah, it’s still ridiculously soft. And I can’t stop playing with it. I’m calling this experiment a rousing success!

On fandom, and being a fan, and The X-Files

Given the upcoming X-Files revival, I’ve spent a lot of time on Tumblr (way more than I’d care to admit as an employee of their indirect competitor), reading fanfic, and generally being a fangirl. It has me thinking about fandom, and my experience as a fan in the early years vs. my experiences as an adult.

In which I write long, rambling thoughts on fan-things instead of working on my book, beware the spoilers