Monday really could have gone better
I found out this weekend that blizzards are more fun with company. The weekend was spectacular, from the first insistent kiss on Friday night to the more assured smooch in the car this morning, dropping off TSB at his car stowed in the parking lot down the street. This weekend surprised me in a whole bunch of ways - I was obsessed with cooking and cleaning. I get this way right before I start my period - unable to leave dirty dishes, wanting to whip up gourmet meals, being super creative. I scratched all of those itches this weekend.
Friday we got takeout and watched the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics. There were some seriously comical moments - waltzing cow couples comes to mind - and the really hot Italian dancer that stripped to a body suit complete with vasculature halfway through his performance. Mostly it was a relaxing evening, spent with my "boyfriend" TSB and my dog and some really yummy crazy noodles.
Saturday was pure and utter bliss. Neither of us had anything planned - we just lazed and relaxed. I drank coffee and read. TSB slept, a lot. We took the dog to the Paine Estate and let her run with the other dogs and get high on sniffing butt. It was a really beautiful day out, clear skies and cold but not windy. I walked the pooch a couple of times that day in boxers and a T-shirt and was fine. That evening, I got the huge urge to cook and cook I did. After the dishes of course. I threw together an herb encrusted cod filet and a spinach salad and herb Brittany veggie mix from Trader Joe's. And then I taught TSB some basics of baking (he cooks like a dream, a little chaotic, but it tastes damn good - but has an irrational fear of baking) by making a batch of the pumpkin spice cookies. That recipe is sure fire fabulous and pretty much idiot proof.
Saturday night, after dinner but before the dishes, TSB and I had a bit of a serious discussion, fueled by my unceasing curiosity. I am not sure how the whole conversation got started, but I learned some things along the way about which I am not quite sure how I feel, yet. I really don't expect anybody my age who has had any semblance of a life to be saintly - Lord knows I am not. But some of the choices that TSB has made have caused me to pause, and I wanted to know more about those decisions in context, what the other options (if any) were there, state of mind... extenuating circumstances, yadda yadda yadda. The conversation went on for a long time, I didn't freak out and withdraw, which I find a huge milestone. The dishes didn't get done that night and yes, I was still thinking of them at points during our talk, but they did not get done.
They were there to greet me in the morning, along with 10 inches of blinding snow and 35 mph wind gusts - YEA NOR'EASTER!!!!! I got up and did some shoveling and tried to entice TSB to come outside and play in the snow with me. No luck.
We postponed the impromptu quilting/ B+S until later in the afternoon, when the conditions had improved ever so slightly. QB hosted, offering up some yummy foods and a tabletop upon which we could lay out the ugly squares for the hodgepodge quilt. We ran a bunch of seams, did some knitting, watched last week's House - all while the dog and TSB were snowed in, together, at my place. I made it back later than I thought I might - the roads were hell to drive on - and TSB had done the dishes and coexisted peaceably with my dog. Wow.
Dinner that night was another want to create something from scratch. I swear, I was Martha-fucking-Stewart this weekend - nesting. Don't know what came over me. As I sat on the couch with the dog on my hip and TSB rubbing my feet while watching Grey's Anatomy I had this sudden and intense feeling that this was not my life. This was someone else's life and I was just visiting. It is remarkable how different things are now than, say... the second weekend in December - the one when we had 9 inches of snow. I am actually happy. It seems strange to think it; I haven't quite accepted it. I am quite dubious and I am waiting for the other shoe or the gauntlet or the whole house of cards to come crashing down. Until then, it is a fun ride.
This morning I bid Adieu to TSB and headed to work. I was pulled out of a seminar by the postdoc saying the police needed me to move my car. I walked down to the lot to find my windshield completely smashed in by falling snow and ice. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! Smashed. Not Cracked. Not Chipped. Shards o'Glass - sha-do-bi- shattered. Most of the afternoon was consumed with getting my ins company on the line, making the claim and then getting the windshield people to come by 5 PM. It is taken care of now - I have a brand spanking new windshield and a new found appreciation for my insurance company. Now it is late, I will head home to watch last week's Boston Legal, knit some and try to figure out what the 'surprise' is from TSB tomorrow. Frankly, he doesn't get that he is the surprise - I don't need anything else.
Ciao
Friday we got takeout and watched the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics. There were some seriously comical moments - waltzing cow couples comes to mind - and the really hot Italian dancer that stripped to a body suit complete with vasculature halfway through his performance. Mostly it was a relaxing evening, spent with my "boyfriend" TSB and my dog and some really yummy crazy noodles.
Saturday was pure and utter bliss. Neither of us had anything planned - we just lazed and relaxed. I drank coffee and read. TSB slept, a lot. We took the dog to the Paine Estate and let her run with the other dogs and get high on sniffing butt. It was a really beautiful day out, clear skies and cold but not windy. I walked the pooch a couple of times that day in boxers and a T-shirt and was fine. That evening, I got the huge urge to cook and cook I did. After the dishes of course. I threw together an herb encrusted cod filet and a spinach salad and herb Brittany veggie mix from Trader Joe's. And then I taught TSB some basics of baking (he cooks like a dream, a little chaotic, but it tastes damn good - but has an irrational fear of baking) by making a batch of the pumpkin spice cookies. That recipe is sure fire fabulous and pretty much idiot proof.
Saturday night, after dinner but before the dishes, TSB and I had a bit of a serious discussion, fueled by my unceasing curiosity. I am not sure how the whole conversation got started, but I learned some things along the way about which I am not quite sure how I feel, yet. I really don't expect anybody my age who has had any semblance of a life to be saintly - Lord knows I am not. But some of the choices that TSB has made have caused me to pause, and I wanted to know more about those decisions in context, what the other options (if any) were there, state of mind... extenuating circumstances, yadda yadda yadda. The conversation went on for a long time, I didn't freak out and withdraw, which I find a huge milestone. The dishes didn't get done that night and yes, I was still thinking of them at points during our talk, but they did not get done.
They were there to greet me in the morning, along with 10 inches of blinding snow and 35 mph wind gusts - YEA NOR'EASTER!!!!! I got up and did some shoveling and tried to entice TSB to come outside and play in the snow with me. No luck.
We postponed the impromptu quilting/ B+S until later in the afternoon, when the conditions had improved ever so slightly. QB hosted, offering up some yummy foods and a tabletop upon which we could lay out the ugly squares for the hodgepodge quilt. We ran a bunch of seams, did some knitting, watched last week's House - all while the dog and TSB were snowed in, together, at my place. I made it back later than I thought I might - the roads were hell to drive on - and TSB had done the dishes and coexisted peaceably with my dog. Wow.
Dinner that night was another want to create something from scratch. I swear, I was Martha-fucking-Stewart this weekend - nesting. Don't know what came over me. As I sat on the couch with the dog on my hip and TSB rubbing my feet while watching Grey's Anatomy I had this sudden and intense feeling that this was not my life. This was someone else's life and I was just visiting. It is remarkable how different things are now than, say... the second weekend in December - the one when we had 9 inches of snow. I am actually happy. It seems strange to think it; I haven't quite accepted it. I am quite dubious and I am waiting for the other shoe or the gauntlet or the whole house of cards to come crashing down. Until then, it is a fun ride.
This morning I bid Adieu to TSB and headed to work. I was pulled out of a seminar by the postdoc saying the police needed me to move my car. I walked down to the lot to find my windshield completely smashed in by falling snow and ice. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! Smashed. Not Cracked. Not Chipped. Shards o'Glass - sha-do-bi- shattered. Most of the afternoon was consumed with getting my ins company on the line, making the claim and then getting the windshield people to come by 5 PM. It is taken care of now - I have a brand spanking new windshield and a new found appreciation for my insurance company. Now it is late, I will head home to watch last week's Boston Legal, knit some and try to figure out what the 'surprise' is from TSB tomorrow. Frankly, he doesn't get that he is the surprise - I don't need anything else.
Ciao
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