I have a TON of things I want to talk about this morning, but I’m not all that sure how to organize my thoughts right now. It’s kind of odd for me, and a little scary. Usually I just sit down and have what I call “mental diarrhea” and it all just comes out, but I’m not sure that’ll happen this morning. Maybe I need to grunt some more…
We’ve had an amazing weekend. The party on the 4th was great. My redheaded friend lives not far from my BFF – just the other side of town – and didn’t have plans, so she joined us. It was a much smaller gathering than the birthday party which was nice. Josh and I didn’t end up staying because I could tell that F was just spent by the end of the evening. And I knew we’d sleep better in our own bed.
Yesterday we worked on finishing a few more chores, ran a few errands, and then went and saw Jersey Boys with Mom. If you’re not familiar, that one is the story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Totally worth seeing. After that we came home and had a “picnic” dinner, which meant grilled chicken legs, macaroni salad, baked beans, and Oriental Coleslaw. Yummo. I’m getting really good at grilling according to Mom and Josh, and that’s good. I hate heating up the house by cooking when it’s hot outside.
After dinner Mom and I ran to Kohl’s. She wanted a new run for in the entryway. An hour later we finally got out of there. She found a rug and a new bedspread and some new hand towels for the bathroom on the main floor and a new ice cream scoop. I found these…
Yet today I need to pick out some photos to be printed, tidy up a little down here, run to one last grocery store, and then drop supplies at my office. I found out that one of my young cow-orkers does bead loom stuff and I told her I’d give her the big adjustable loom that Rob made me. I never use it anymore and I’ll probably never have the manual dexterity to use it again. Might as well pass it on to someone who can.
Speaking of passing things on, while I was with F this week I noticed a picture in her house that I didn’t remember seeing before. I commented on how lovely it was. She took it off the wall and told me it was mine. A guy she dated, who I knew and who ended up breaking her heart rather splendidly, had given it to her. It’s utterly stunning.
Anyway, I should probably see if I can’t get myself caught up on some things. I’m really hoping that this week is a little less hectic and that I can stay on top of this whole “life” business a little better.