My car didn’t move from my garage from Friday evening until this morning. That is probably one of my favorite things in the world, to be perfectly honest. I am 100% a home body, and I relished the time with my kids and doing things that I wanted, no obligation to have to do my hair or my makeup, be anywhere or do anything, if I didn’t want to.
I spent Friday evening talking some heavy – But good – stuff with an old friend. We’ve had our share of miscommunication, and getting everything out in the open relaxed me more than I ever would have thought. There are some hurdles still to jump, but all the cards are face up now, and it’s left me feeling optimistic. I’m the cautious sort, so I’m trying to not be too optimistic, but I always have on rose colored glasses, too. At the very least our lengthy conversations through out this whole weekend have me very curious for what’s in store.
Saturday was spent outside. Our first real cold day was not the optimal conditions for me to venture out and get ambitious in the yard, but I loved every minute of it. I spent the majority of 4 hours breathing in the earth and grass, yanking weeds and dead plants from my gardens and preparing them to be replanted in the spring. I mowed the yard and found homes in the garage for yard ornaments, and took some breaks to talk to Dorothy and Sophia. I had rock blasting in my ears, getting to know every inch the album I will be calling album of the week. I’ve postponed that post until next week, to further study the album. It’s not like Fanmail, that I’ve had over a decade to get to know. I’ve known this one for 7 days, and I feel it needs more of my time before I put how it makes me feel and my interpretation of it into words. So maybe my album of the week posts will be dependant on how well I feel I know the music, and not be a precise weekly thing. We’ll see. One thing I know is that I don’t choose my music, my music chooses me, and it is completely up to some higher form of thinking and feeling, subconscious perhaps, and not a conscious choice.
Anyway, I’m rambling.
So, yard work and music Saturday, followed by relaxing with a book by Dean Koontz and early bed. Sunday consisted of my normal household duties, laundry, cleaning and planning, some extremely frustrating homework with Chase – they keep sending him home with instructional books on how to make this or that out of construction paper, this time a dinosaur, and for fucks sake there’s a reason I’m not a kindergarten teacher – and pumpkin carving with the hooligans. Matt tried to be antisocial but caved and made a cyclops out of his, and we got a broken buck tooth crazy face one from Chase. Grandma helped us with the pumpkins and helped Chase thoroughly clean his room while I made Matt’s favorite chicken drumsticks and scalloped potatoes for dinner. I also figured out some seemingly scary stuff with Aaron, nothing a couple phone calls couldn’t fix though. I took a lot of breaks through all of that however, being I was feeling every bit of the 4 hours of yard work out in the cold from the previous day. I managed to even squeeze in dying my hair, too.
A relaxing and yet productive weekend accomplished, I was met with a shitstorm of sorts when I got to work today. My fuck-it folder is full. Is it 6pm yet?
All kidding aside, this is the most at peace I’ve felt in ages, and it is absolutely amazing. Here’s to an awesome week.
So, This is Real Life 