Rainy Tuesday

Hey there...

I'm sitting here avoiding the last minute cleaning I should do before having book club here tonight, hoping that the hour and a half I have left myself will be enough to do all the prep work for tacos,  and dusting and vacuuming.  If not, who will notice the corner bunnies if there is good wine, right?

The weather is horrible this afternoon...raining hard and sideways...things in the house are rattling.  It's probably not even all that cold, relative to the season, but it sure is chilly in here.  I've cranked the fireplace up and lit a few candles; maybe if I pretend I'm in a medieval castle I'll ward off the gloom and have fun with it.

Book club tonight: yet another book I didn't want to read, so I didn't. I didn't even try.  The thing is, I really like the time together with my girlfriends, so every time I try to drop out, I think how much I'll miss my once-a-month dinner.  No one really cares anyway, who reads and who doesn't.  It's such a unique group - and so different from my daily, close friends. So I guess I'll stop stressing about the reading part.

J got home late last night and it's so good to have him back. Things have been going so well lately (between us), ever since we broke through that barrier about talking about the kids and working together on issues with them.  He has a late meeting tonight, which kind of sucks, but at least I don't feel so alone around here.  Mom vs. The Teenagers is sometimes more than I can handle.  I should be fair; M kind of shaped up after Saturday and did stuff without being asked the rest of the weekend, which was sweet.

This Thursday - St. Patty's Day -  is J's bagpipe band's big night (of course!) He won't be able to play yet, but he gets to go on their Pub Crawl through Tacoma. God only knows how many pubs they go to, playing in each one, drinking in the bus on the way from one to the next, all night long.  At first, we thought he was going to be playing with them, so we had quite a group from the neighborhood going out for the night all together. Then we found out otherwise, and it dwindled down to J, TA, SA, C and me, trying to flip for who had to be the DD.  Then SA and I decided we were too old for that s**t and that C would have fun just going out with her Dad before heading off to live in NY.

In the end, I just put in to take Friday off, so I could go with them after all.  The three of us, out on the town, singing along to Irish tunes, in a little send-off to our daughter as she makes this big move...how could I not go?  Who cares if I'm so hungover Friday morning that I have to drink the Red Bull-Advil-Aleve cocktail and shake a little?  Just like the old days, right?  The Black Rose?  Right. I can do this.

Ok...enough procrastinating.  Must cut up tomatoes and onions.  It's so much more like a beef stew kind of night, but oh well.

I hope you are well, having a good week, and that things with D are looking up.  I have been thinking of you since you texted yesterday and hope to get a chance to catch up on the phone this week.

Love and white light to you,
A