I got Rudder back from Taiwan on Saturday, all in one piece and everything. Aside
from the fact that I was a bit worried after that assassination attempt the week
before, having him in the house is a good thing, for safety reasons. On Thursday
night, I noticed that the oven was on. Only problem was I hadn't used it since
Tuesday. I am not particularly looking forward to this electric
bill.
Yes, it was the relaxing weekend I wanted.....let me see. I
slept in a little, finished filling the pool, pulled out the army of weeds taking
over the back yard, raked weeds and leaves into three large piles, picked Rudder
up from the airport, got yelled at by a security guard for being on the wrong side
of a sign, transferred leaf piles to bags with Rudder's help once he got home,
went out for Tex-Mex food, embroidered, worked on an essay, chopped back and dug
up one large and one enormous hibiscus and a scraggly overgrown but dying jasmine,
put in a solar light, wrote letters, helped Rudder move an 800 pound 12 foot tall
(or maybe it just felt that way) stainless steel cabinet Rudder got from work that
he persists in thinking will be useful some day and *ahem* made sure Rudder felt
thoroughly welcomed home.
Does anybody ever get really calm weekends
anymore? That's the closest I get, and it was nice, but more time would help a
lot. I think it's time we all go on strike for three-day weekends. This 5-and-2
standard schedule isn't cutting it for me.