Since I still don’t have all my “stuff” at our new house I’m at Evelyn’s this morning doing laundry. Doug dropped me off here on the way to work. He is giving a test this morning to his class of supervisors to-be. I’m not used yet to our new, Amish lifestyle. I didn’t sleep in til 10 am before, or even 9. However, up at 6:30am everyday is new to me. I know, I know. You’re playing the world’s smallest violin just for me.
In the long run I know it’s going to be a good thing. I can get a lot done before 10am if I’m up with the rooster. Rumor has it that Evelyn and I are even starting back at the gym next week. Yesterday I put on a T-shirt that used to fit and my loving husband said “You might want to change your shirt”. That’s shorthand for “You might want to go back to the gym”; which he would never say. (I’ve known it was time for awhile now). Somehow though when you’re living at the Motel 6 with 5 dogs, going to the gym just doesn’t seem like a high priority. Nevertheless, Evelyn and I agreed that next week, we’ll go back. I expect a lot of cursing, sweating, sore muscles and lame excuses from me. God only knows what my partner in crime will be coming forth with.
Although I was scheduled to be in San Antonio last night to work an event, I didn’t go. Doug and I decided it would’ve been just too hard on my shoulder going it alone. Anyway, the big event is on Sat. Right now, the weather forecast looks abysmal. I hope it improves. If anyone has any pull with Mother Nature, please put in a good word for us. Mama needs a new bed, washer, dryer, etc…
Usually Nate and Amanda at least, work with us at this event. This year though they’re volunteering as judges at Odyssey of the Mind tomorrow, and Brett is guest DJing in the midwest til next week. So it looks like it’ll just be Doug and I alone. The only good news is that I won’t be face painting- til next week anyway.
I think we’ll stay at the Red Roof Inn in San Antonio the next couple of nights. Red Roof=king size bed=snuggling. While just snuggling would be just fine with me for right now, I know what will follow and I that’s OK too. It’s been almost two weeks since we’ve “slept” in the same bed. Besides since we had our big talk after my shrinking last week, he’s been much sweeter. Still though, nookie on a couch no longer holds the allure for me it did decades ago. Just call me old. That’s OK.
Perhaps my more adventurous side will reemerge once my life normalizes. I can be open and spontaneous. I can. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve ever been “spontaneous”?
