Hey you,
I'll just skip the whole I'm such a loser friend, so sorry I haven't written crap - I just left you a verbal message of that tone on your cell. Enough. I'm back, I think. I mean, really back, not like I'm back for today then I'll disappear for a few weeks again. So no, I don't want to take a hiatus. I want to be here, at the page; I have to thank you for staying with me, writing every day anyway, so that in my swirling pit of self pity/apathy/laziness I still have the treat of reading most days without any reciprocation at all. Thank you.
So....it's Monday and I somehow managed to get a mostly free day, since K and I had planned a trip to the city but decided against it since I have to be back in town to take JJ to the doc at 2:00 anyway. I'm grateful for that too, even though you know I love the city. I have so much laundry piled up it will take all day to get through it, since we spent the entire weekend outside and I didn't do a shred of housework. Not to mention we leave Friday morning for our annual camping trip and I haven't even made a grocery list yet, or done any prep for that at all. My plan today is to get organized and get the house put back together. We'll see how far I get with that.
I hope your weekend was as nice as it your plans sounded. You're such a good Auntie, visiting the kids while your sis is in wherever. I'm sure I've said this before but they are so lucky to have you, your parents, L -- ok, don't get me started. :-)
What is your official pool kickoff? Is that when the complex pool opens or is this something at M's house? Will W be there? Are you going to Btown or staying home with the man on your birthday? And what's the hotel indulgence? More info, please!
All is well here. I think I mentioned that J decided he was going build our deck this summer and that project began Friday afternoon. Between J and T, R, and K's son, TN, the four of them managed to crank out 99% of a gorgeous, gorgeous deck by dinner time last night. There are just a couple of rows, steps and railings left. It's about ten times bigger than I expected it to be and it actually makes our back yard look bigger, rather than smaller. I didn't help much, other than moving some plants and finishing up around the garden; I stopped buying flowers because I was getting a little out of control and wanted to save some money and energy for accessorizing my new deck. Still, I stayed outside and puttered anyway.
Saturday JJ had two games, one in the morning and one in the late afternoon, so I went to both of those. The weather was amazing so I didn't mind sitting in the sun for hours on end. Saturday night we had our annual FD banquet, which was boring but necessary. We got home pretty early so it wasn't that bad. Plus, I got a new dress that I love and will be able to wear all summer, casual or dressy, so that didn't suck.
This week they boys will finish up in the back yard and then we're off to the coast for the long weekend. Two weeks at home, then we leave for Arizona on the 11th. We are gone for five days, home on that Monday. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this trip, especially since I've never been. I love going to new places!
I believe my funk may have ended, maybe with the painting of M's room (it looks awesome) and the fresh start that implies. I still move that furniture into JJ's room and get rid of JJ's bunk set, then M's room will become a play/rec room kind of deal. This was a good decision on our part, to redo the room; I didn't realize how much it was stressing me out beforehand until it was done.
So if the funk is ended, that means I should be writing again, getting out more, taking better care of myself. I just finished Picoult's Nineteen Minutes (only the second of hers I've read) and loved it. More perspective to get my sorry butt in gear...have you read it? Definitely within my emotional range these days, and definitely worth the reality check it provoked for me.
Hope to hear your voice this afternoon if you've got a minute. I will call before I pick up JJ.
Love you,
A
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