What a beautiful morning outside. I wish I cared. This weekend has been such a drag.
Friday night was a bust as I gave my phone a bath in the washing machine. I still have it in some dried peas. There is still moisture inside the front flip screen. (Yes, I am a dinosaur, but I really don't want a smartphone because I will just break it. My job is hell on phones and so am I.) It did turn on yesterday then I returned it to the peas so maybe all will be well, who knows.
Then Jon dropped a bomb that he and his mom and I go out to dinner. I wasn't feeling particularly awesome because my body declares nuclear war on me monthly so I stayed home. I just wasn't going to be good company.
Funeral yesterday where people wore tee shirts of the deceased and an unknown Pastor made ludicrous remarks about his faith and everyone else's. He left me argumentative and a bit angry. Why mention that he is a Baptist if the next statement out of his mouth is that it doesn't matter what denomination of Christianity a person belongs to? Why try to convert people at a funeral? Also, I can't think of a more miserable location than the Local Eagles club. Brown seventies plastic paneling on the walls, an incessant drip drip drip coming from behind the bar, weird ceiling tiles with random things poking out and an indescribable smell that I can only think of as "old" plus "old cigarette" plus "formaldehyde"? Yes, I really want to be trapped in this room with a bunch of people who didn't even want to see each other (Jon's family is highly dysfunctional, to put it mildly) for I think --two hours of preacher babble. This man went on forever.
Then to top it all off, Jon brings his friend Levon over. Usually, this is fine, but apparently, shortly before Jon arrived at Levon's house, he'd sucked down a case of beer or something, so by the time they got over to our house Levon was obnoxiously drunk. Obnoxious. Loud. Unsteady. Loud. Levon is not by definition loud at any other time. We went out to dinner at some place I can only describe as Subway for tacos. Oh, the food was really good, but you line up at a counter and they cook your food in front of you and toss it into a burrito or whatever and you freeze in the dining room because every table apparently is near an air conditioning vent and its not warm enough in Michigan yet to even turn air conditioning on. We ate and came back home and Levon wanted to go back to his house, which was fine, because he still had a pint of vodka with him he was nursing and I have to say, I really prefer quiet drunks.
Jon then went out "for a little while" to see other friends. This turned out to be 8 hours. Spending all this time at home alone with no transportation available really really sucks. Plus my phone is marinating in washing machine water so I'm afraid to use it to call and say, hey, come home, I'm lonely.
Today, well, apparently we have the required Mother's Day Dinner out of the way...which is good because I really don't want to pretend to be enjoying myself. Unfortunately, this stupid holiday will make actually going anywhere and doing anything enjoyable out of the question because I hate crowds. I'd like to go to the zoo but unfortunately it is nice outside and not raining so it will be packed with hordes of ankle biters and their mothers.
I still have oodles of chores to do that I really don't want to do. I forgot to buy any form of cat litter so the litter box is extra stinky. I really thought I had some equine fresh left. The dishes are piled up, the washing needs done, and the vacuuming and blah blah blah. I need to mow the yard. I like mowing the yard, but today I am crabby and feel I've been cheated out of my weekend.
I just want to find some nowhere and take a nice relaxing walk in the woods with dogs unleashed and no people or cars. That's how I always used to de-stress. That is an option now closed to me, as I don't live anywhere near a nowhere or a woods.
I get tired of going outside and being barked at by the neighbor's dogs, or having my dogs bark at random people...or being observed in my fish bowl yard smack in the middle of town. Be nice if my fence was 12 feet tall instead of 4 and made of wood instead of being cyclone fence.
Jon is doing his part to get us out of here by religiously playing the Mega Millions, but our luck, well, its not the kind of luck anyone would want.
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