It’s Sunday night, after a brilliant weekend. I …no, no sarcasm. I was fucking awesome this weekend. Friday and Saturday mornings were rough as I was having a difficult time with my back, but it feels fine for now.
I went around shopping with my wife Saturday morning and we had a nice walk, after a lovely morning that included great coffee. She didn’t start offering criticism and grief until Sunday night. Maybe the way I grimaced and hurt when I tried to walk helped her have a little sympathy. And also, maybe it was this:
I shampooed the carpets in my house. They already have mud on them. Well the one in the living room does anyway. But the stairs and the kids’ rooms look great. I even christened the floor by the exit door (in the same living room) with coffee this morning on my way to church, yay! I think after the walk outdoors we may have had a little mud on our shoes after the huge storm Friday evening.
But fuck you, universe fucker, it still counts. The fact is I DID it.
I also washed dishes. The sink is full again, but that’s only because my kids and wife and I like to eat and there was food on the table. The fact is, I DID it. And my son had a great time at summer camp.
I mowed a complete stranger’s grass this weekend, because I noticed the moving van last week and figured he was exhausted and found out he didn’t have his mower (yet?) so I offered. He thought I was crazy, or joking, but afterward we had a lovely chat and I got to meet his family, Did I mention the lawns in our neighborhood are tiny? Ha, ha, take THAT, universe fucker, I DID IT. He’s not a complete stranger now. And tomorrow, I have to mow my own grass.
It’s 12:21 am in my local area and I have to be at work tomorrow at 8:30 sharp, and I’m not tired. So I am going to wash the damned dishes just to screw with the universe fucker a little. Because, why not?
I borrowed the rug shampooer so I’m not paying a daily fee, so if I have the energy tomorrow, I’ll do the damned living room again. It did a great job, and the extra capful of color-safe bleach didn’t hurt. I do need to return it before I injure myself from all this work, though.
I love bleach.
My power cord came unplugged from my laptop un-announced again, so it’s just now charged. So not only did I get a lot of work done around the house, I got to regale both of my readers with the tales of woe and half-faked mania. I have to push myself to get as much done as possible before all my motivation goes to shit. If it’s on schedule…fuck, I don’t want to think about it. I also started a new bottle of whiskey, which, while I can’t medically prove anything, I think, made great oil for my rusty spine on Friday night and Saturday. I confess I had enough to feel something like merry, and not just once, either. But I didn’t have any today, and today I did a bunch of the above, probably almost half of what all I got done.
I hit a few triggers today, with the dog yapping and growling inappropriately, with the kitchen cabinets trying to spill all the shit stored in there all over in crazy disarray, when I (obsessively?) wanted it orderly and to just fucking stay where I had it positioned. Fuck you, gravity, and the universe fucker with you! And with realizing the carpet was re-mudded, and with sloshing coffee on it, and realizing the sink was full again, and with realizing my computer is still doing the lame-ass random text grab-and-delete bullshit, and dropping the power cord out without an alert, and with Mrs M’s “encouraging” pushy-ness, late-breaking criticisms, and not exactly the kind of stress-relief I was hoping for. At least she bought the fucking whiskey. Thank God this was a paycheck week.
And speaking of thanking God, they didn’t do the stupid song at church, so I don’t have to quit, yet. Hopefully they’re thinking about if my email had a valid point, even though I got a pastoronizing response from one of the pastors. There can be no written admission that I was right, they have to defend and support themselves, I get that.
I read several brilliant blogs this weekend too, while I was supposed to be doing more house work, and also going on the work computer to try to accomplish miracles there. I didn’t do shit for the office while I was here at home. So, it was a pretty nice weekend even if my grass isn’t mowed yet, the carpets need re-shampooing, and the housework isn’t re-done-done. I enjoyed the moments (pre-critic) with Mrs M, and the sense of accomplishment at what got done, and the bubbly one-sided conversation with our son, and offering encouragement to our daughter, and even walking the dog. Tomorrow I get to start all over again.
I have a sink full of dishes to wash, and then maybe I can sleep some before I have to work. We’ll see.
Keep writing. I think it motivates me to keep on trying.
~DM (gives Demented Maniac a whole different meaning, doesn’t it?)