Season Over

Hey there, Amanda.

I know we are still several weeks away from the Superbowl, but in my world football season is over. My fifth season as a football widow. Ugh, what a terrible game--for the Patriots anyway. The upshot is I get my sweetheart now without having to plan around games, the downside is Pats are out of the running, and W is miserable. Will be for a few days. In fact, with about 5 minutes left in the game he called and said at the end, "I'll call you when I feel like talking." Ouch.

Other than the terrible let down this afternoon, I have had a good weekend. As planned, I went out Friday night, and then--after going to the reception hall with my sister to check out the layout and finalize some details for the anniversary party--took down my tree and most of my decorations. In the end I couldn't bear to take down all evidence of the season and my star is still up above the antique table where my glitter trees are still displayed.

I thought that would be the extent of my Saturday but quite by surprise I found myself agreeing to go out with my cousin D and her daughter. Actually, at first, before I took down my tree, I said no. Then, after I finished and couldn't even begin to think about what I wanted to eat (read: cook) I thought, Yeah, let's go out. So I called and asked if it was too late to change my mind. We both had gift certificates from my aunt for Christmas, so it really was a treat to go out and not worry about staying on budget. We splurged and we had a great time.

Unfortunately, I didn't sleep very well...much like after the BBQ at K's when I was there. I had indigestion all night (I really can't eat late without suffering) and got out of bed at 9 this morning--not rested. I decided not to go to the gym and spent the morning futzing around, cleaning up the little messes that the take-down created, and setting up my dining table with a new tablecloth and centerpiece. (Which is clearly non-Christmas...despite the glittery display that remains a few feet away. My dining room is having an identity crisis.) I made lentil soup for lunches this week and watched the game, made myself sesame noodles for dinner, and now it's my time to sit and write, while I wait for W to call (I hope) and sip a vodka and ginger ale.

Tomorrow, it's back to school with no snow days in sight. I do have a long weekend next weekend, and J comes the following week for my parent's party so I do have good things to look forward to, things better than inclement weather.

On that note, I'll say good night. I'm glad you got a night to yourself and that you got back to the page. And, oh, if something as simple as saying Welcome Back validates your efforts, then I'm glad I took the nanosecond to do so...

Here's to a good week for us both.

Love you,
Barb