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Part blogslack, part technical difficulties, part writer’s block, part other priorities. Take your pick of my excuses, but save the bludgeoning for later – I have a bit of catching up to do.
Saturday – parade. Gorgeous day, lots of green-clad drunks (I was green-clad and sober, thanks), lots of thinking about the parallel origins of St. Patrick’s Day and gay Pride festivities. Home for a bit, cooked the kabobs, discovered we’d overmarinated horrifically; cleaned up a bit and went out to the Complex. Big mistake – I was sooooo not up for that place, and wound up leaving early.
Sunday – Accompanied my mother and youngest brother to a friend’s church, a big cool Art Deco Baptist church. I got to be the one to explain the theological and liturgical differences between Baptists and Methodists afterwards, on the way to lunch at the Tap Room. After a brief nap, over to the parents’ house for corned beef and cabbage.
Monday – Work sucked. Just totally sucked. Workout was nice ‘n’ challenging, though, so that worked out a bit of the tension. Home to clean a bit – need a visit from the cable guy before baseball season starts, or I’ll never get Ed to quit bitching – and completely forgot about my yoga class. Oh well. I watched the President instead, which in retrospect was NOT A GOOD IDEA. Ed got home; I suggested we just go eat at Mangia; he agreed; we headed over and immediately got caught in a thousand-person-strong protest, complete with drummers, chanters, and torch-bearers (yes, that’s the fiery burning kind of torches). whoa. Not very conducive to, um, much of anything. So we hit Little Saigon instead.
Tuesday – Work was less suckful than Monday, but still iffy. Workout, however, was goooooood. I’ve begun really looking forward to the upper-body days. After work, groceries, then out for a bit with a couple friends (they drank, I drove).
Wednesday – So I’m getting my jacket on and finishing the stuff-the-pockets routine when my older brother calls. “Jim, my car just died. I’m on Tower Grove. Come get me!” Next thing I know I’m pushing his car – with his chunky ass still in the driver’s seat – up the street. Every couple minutes he’d steer into the curb, my momentum would carry my chest into the back of his car, and he’d yell “Jim, I can’t just leave it here, it’s a no parking zone! PUSH!” And did I mention it was pouring down rain?
After that shitty start to the day, things actually improved when I got to work. (It hasn’t been like that for a while.) I was actually somewhat productive and got caught up on things I’d had to set aside (while I worked on a big project for the CEO).
No weights on Wednesday, so at about noon I stepped outside and grabbed an RFT. I nearly wept at how gorgeous the weather was – about 70 degrees and sunny, with a gentle springlike breeze from the west. Five minutes later it was stormy again. woo-hoo Midwestern weather! Left work a bit early to take my older brother to his mechanic, and it was beautiful again outside.
Skipped yoga and worked instead on my spam filter, on improvising a sauce for spaghetti, and on writing my Congressman and asking him to listen to his fucking constituents on this whole war ish.
Thursday – It wouldn’t have been so hard to wake up this morning if it had been Friday.
Work was uneventful, until I got a phone call from my father (on a band trip in Florida); seems my younger brother was having major back spasms and needed a ride to the hospital. So I left at 11, picked up his girlfriend and him, took them in, and sat for two and a half hours while they took care of the people who got there ahead of us. Didn’t make it back to work until about 5; I turned off my computer and left.
Tomorrow, I PROMISE to post. No, really.
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