Here's a laugh... BTW, yesterday was "Laughter Day".
Did you have a good laugh?
In all honesty, I did not laugh nearly as much on Sunday as I did on Saturday and Friday. Sunday has developed sort of a low for me.
Randy sleeps more than I do. I am a hyper person. I pop awake around 4:30 AM and there is no sense staying in bed watching someone else sleep.
I have fallen into this pattern at home in sanctuary. My eyes fly open and I snuggle for a time until it becomes clear that there is no way that my brain will turn off now that it has booted up. Restlessness sets in, I give up and and grab my clothes from the night before and tip toe from the room.
There is a short period where I make a pot of coffee, do a crossword puzzle and smoke a bit out in the shop. The shop is a great place.
It has a pellet stove... all the equipment and tools of course... but it also has TV and a DVD / CD surround sound system. It is very comfortable.
When my system is fully booted... and you know it takes some time to get my brain up to speed with my body... this is the time when I do cleaning jobs or baking. Not everyday cleaning. For example, this weekend it was cleaning out the fridge and mopping the kitchen floor. Last weekend I made a double batch of giant monster cookies. Either way it gives the house a nice smell. But then, I like the smell of bleach water and everyone likes the smell of warm cookies.
Once my project is done, I like to shower, toss my dirty clothes in the hamper and then slip back into bed.
However, Sunday has become the day where I wake up and think... crap, I have to drive back to Max's house today. That attitude affects me all day long. It needs an adjustment of attitude from "oh crap" to "Yeah, another weekend trip down... ONLY 5 more to go!" and stop sulking.
I'll work on it. As it stands... 39 days before I move for good and 12 of those will be spent with Randy at home... only 28 in Dumb Potter's Hell.
This was another quiet homey weekend. Randy takes care of problems with his mom's renter... who just happens to live next door to T. A recent wind storm blew big limbs off of an old plumb tree a few days before... so Randy and I loaded up the loppers and chain saw, hooked up the utility trailer and went over to clean the mess up. It took most of the afternoon with a Duck's football break in between. We expected only a load of debris, but found upon our arrival that the renter had decided to chop down the entire tree. All that remained of the plumb monster was a giant trunk.
Football already? You bet! This was a spring scrimmage of the Ducks number one and number two line ups. Due to some poor choices made by players who were given demotions for unethical behavior and the usual loss of seniors... we got to see the new players and replacements in actions. The Ducks won of course! Ha.
The only other thing of note from the weekend was truly bizarre.
When I arrived Randy said "You have got to see this..." and I followed him to the office where he brought up his email. "It is a bit delusional." he warned me.
There was the creep's response to Randy's email. It read something like this:
"Dear H-- She is my wife and the love of my life. If you think you love her enough to fight for her, then give me your phone number."
Delusional is the perfect word.
I never even met this crack pot! I hardly chatted with him.
Randy was smart enough not to use his usual email address when he contacted him. Neither of us intend to have any further contact with the nut job. Like Randy says... that's what the delete button is for and yes, we both reported him. I never gave him any real information of importance... not where I live or anything. Still, I'll be happier when I am living in sanctuary for good. I'm also happy that I am living in Max's house and not alone.
Happy Monday folks. Yuck. But then, if I may play Pollianna for a moment... it's only 4 more days until I can go home to sanctuary.