Sad to say, another (go ahead, say it with me on the count of three) PERFECT weekend is drawing to a close. (This is my third blog in one weekend, so just in case you are tuning in for the first time, you might want to scroll down and catch yourself up.)
I’m still not in the mood to backtrack and tell you the details of Thursday (let me say it involved kids, and Eulis, my awesome grandfatherly neighbor, father of TC and the “convict,” and grandpa to Austin, Savannah, Dallas, Cody and Cheyenne (sense a theme there, do you?). Nor am I in the mood to complete Friday’s story. I will, however, tell you that after texting Frank several times, after he left Friday night and once on Saturday (in an attempt to continue our most enjoyable, and interrupted, evening), I have not heard back from him. I did, though, get a text from TC (the kidnapper) this morning, informing me that Frank is in jail. And that’s all I know, so as usual, STBC (Story To Be Continued).
Today was all about taking advantage of the first dry (albeit hot and muggy) weather we’ve had in weeks. Time to catch up on all my outdoor projects, mowing the lawn getting top priority, because more rain is in the forecast. I took me 2-1/2 hours, and I mowed in places that haven’t been (able to be) mowed in years. Multi-tasking in its highest form: (1) chore completed; (2) 180-minute, full-body-strength-and-cardio workout: (3) billions and billions of toxins released through sweat, and (4) a suntan (burn?) to boot. And, oh yeah, (5) pool time, which made all the other stuff possible. I also made huge dents in my barn, my garden shed, and my trash piles (both in and outside of the house).
Now, I will admit that I have extra motivation these days for working so hard. In addition to my rediscovered pride of ownership and renewed appreciation of my surroundings, I have a visit from my sisters, Mary and Sheila, to look forward to in 2 weeks. They’ve never been here. I am concerned with impressing them, while at the same time not shocking them, and also not embarrassing myself to death. There are, no doubt, a lot of things that I have learned to overlook, and/or simply learned to accept (I could go into graphic detail, but I will spare you that…for now). It’s not what I think “normal” people are used to dealing with. I experience a shock to my psyche every time I return here, after visiting someone, somewhere else. No matter what, I am so excited about their visit, and will enjoy every minute of their short time here.
My chores are completed. No need to cook today, because it’s a bonus eat-leftovers-from-the-freezer week of meals (I love that!). I think I will set a spell on the back porch and drink a well-deserved glass of wine.
Signing off for now. Thanks for listening.