A Little Bit Listless Today

Hey,

Sorry I didn't write back last night. I did get everything at TJ's, except they were out of the Yellow Thai Curry, so I bought the Red instead. Now you'll have to help me figure out how to modify the recipe. We went to lunch at Olive Garden afterwards and I listened to the tales of an insane marriage for an hour or so. She's not a complainer, she doesn't go on and on about what a nut he is and how she's going to leave him. Instead, and, I think, worse, she defends him. Makes excuses for his behavior and supports his every half-assed, short-lived commitment to change , with all her heart. It's sort of interesting, in a train wreck sort of way. I listen, she talks, I don't judge her, it's all good. Puts my life in perspective, that's for sure.

Came home and took a nap for an hour or so (why? who knows) then attempted to sit with J and help with his resume. But he was still pouty and it was too uncomfortable, so I finally left and came in here to write. Then I remembered that I was in charge of finding a restaurant for lunch today, so I went on line ("really quickly") to do that first. Not surprisingly, I couldn't seem to surf in the right places or get to the right area of town, or manage to list out restaurants by the right criteria...I was totally frustrated by the time T called, fishing for a dinner invite, and had never even made it over here to write. Nor had I found a place to eat today.

I had made that pork roast the day before and it was warming in the crockpot, so I went ahead and invited them over. It was nice, actually, since the boys had eaten early over at their house and had a "date" at 6. This is so cute - my neighbor, SC, whose husband, you may remember, was killed in a motorcyle accident a few years ago? (Then we dedicated our park to him...?) Anyway, she's a British women in her late 60's who now lives alone in this gorgeous house. She's a real estate agent (and a rich one too); she travels the world and is constantly surrounded by friends and neighbors. If ever there were a perfect person on whom to use the word "delightful", it's SC. So I guess the boys go over there and visit her from time to time, A) because she has a Toto dog named Rupert (and you must say his name in a high, shrill, British accent) who's cuter than anything, and B) because she makes them hot chocolate or whatever the drink du jour might be there. Plus, her driveway is circular, so it makes for good bike tricks, I guess. Last weekend she mentioned that it was her birthday yesterday and C immediately came home and told Shawn. "Mom," he says, "I'd like to get SC a vase with flowers for her birthday." He didn't forget all week long, and yesterday they went out and got the gift. When he came home, JJ was there and C said to him, "This is from both of us, right JJ?"

It appears that she was having a party but when they boys got over there, there were no guests yet. She was completely moved and made them hot chocolate and, C told us, "she hugged and kissed us like seven times. Yeah, I guess she liked it."

Have I told you how much I love my neighborhood?

So the boys didn't even eat with us; they went upstairs and mmiraculously played PS2, all three of them, in peace for quite some time. We ate my roast (too much spice in the spice packet, but the meat was scrumptious) and a huge salad of whatever-was-left-in-the-fridge. S got a hair up her butt to toast pecans, so she did that and we scarfed those with the salad, then later as a little snack. Yum!! (Butter, sugar, orange juice) We drank cab in the Big Girl's Room while the guys finished watching the game, texted back and forth with K to see how much she was hating R's belated work Christmas party, then decided the kids needed to get some sleep.

As it turns out, so did I. God, I'm just exhausted all the time lately. I cleaned up the kitchen a little and did a couple of Sudokus and I was out by 10. I slept until almost nine this morning, when I needed to get up and get some things done before we go to the play.

My PTA newsletter is due tomorrow and I haven't started it yet. It's not hard, or even time consuming, but I've been up for an hour now and I'm still sitting here dinking around on my blog, making coffee, watching cartoons with JJ....I'm not exactly working. As soon as we get home from the play, I'm in charge of finishing the science fair project with the boys. I think I might have a cocktail beforehand, see if that helps. I would so drink if I homeschooled. Everyone else is going to S&T's for S' famed tortilla soup and some playoff game so I'll bring the kids over here and knock this thing out before I join everyone.

Things with J are the same - probably getting worse, I'm not paying much attention. Looking forward to going out with the girls today and getting a dose of culture, even if it is a volunteer based community theater in the little city.

Hope you enjoy the rest of your Sunday and I look forward to reading more later!
Love, A