So where to begin? Friday, Welsh Girl gave me a call. One of her coworkers offered us a couple of free tickets to a show. A thousand times yes! The best theater is free ticket theater! A Saturday matinee? No problem! So we had tickets.
Saturday, we're getting ready for the show when we get into an argument over dressing for the theater. It didn't end well. It ended with me going alone and her staying home. And just for the record, I told her she should go and I'd stay behind but she chose not to. The play was quite good. I got home to stony silence but we ended up going to a friend's birthday party/show (he's in a local Austin band. In fact, he's the guy with the bass) and we talked a little. The real root of the problem was that with the pregnancy starting to change things, she hasn't been all that comfortable in her clothes lately. That can be fixed, I thought. You can throw money at that problem. Now all we had to do was get some...
Sunday, well, was kinda like before but with hormones. She fell into a really deep funk. :( I did the best I could but it was time to call in the cavalry. And the cavalry hooked us up.
Monday, she took our car Maxine to the shop. A work van backed into her a couple of weeks ago and their insurance covered everything including a rental so we got too it as soon as possible. She picked my up from work and was whisked away by her sisters and a bunch of her friends who were lying in wait at my office for her. They went shopping, had dinner, did girlie stuff, whatever... And when she got home, she had clothes and a much happier attitude about things. That worked out nicely.
Tuesday, I was plum tired. You know those days when you get out of bed, think to yourself "I can't go on with today" and then drink some coffee, wake up and get on with the day? Well, this wasn't one of them. I looked in the mirror and knew the answer was NO. I tried to get myself going but after a while I just decided to say fuck it and stay home. And I needed it. I spent the day vegetating. I watched TV, played on my computer and just did a whole lot of nothing. The complex also brought our new dishwasher over. I didn't get any painting done like I wanted, but that's alright. It was a lazy day and there was no need to beat myself up over anything.
Wednesday, I came back to the grind and nothing had changed. Got a call from the mother of my heart with some instructions, primarily to go out and open a bank account of some kind for the soon to arrive Spud. It's not only a good idea to have, but soon something would be coming for the child what would need a place to reside. OK. When people want to give you things, you should accept them and say thank you. Wednesday night, was dinner with Blixco and iGrrrl. Lovely and fun. +1, I highly recommend. And Welsh Girl was completely overtaken by Hoover's. When she can't finish dessert, you know you've done something either amazingly right or terribly, terribly wrong. This time, it was the former.
Yesterday was quiet. We both worked. We both went home. We ate, talked about money, cleaned a little. While she watched 9/11 stuff on TV, I called my mom and wished her happy birthday and then did some painting. i watched with her for a few minutes but got tired of it really quickly. I mean, I watched it all the first time. And that was pretty much it.
So, here we are at another Friday. And now that I look back on it, it wasn't all that normal a week. Oh, well...
That is all.
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