It’s Sunday, if you weren’t aware. The end of the weekend is upon us, if you’re one of those people who actually differentiates between weeks and weekends. For the moment, the skies are clear; however, we can expect to see some thunderstorms later today.
It’s been a pretty crappy weekend, yet again. Friday’s gathering wasn’t bad at all, aside from eating more than I was emotionally prepared to eat. I could’ve done a workout yesterday morning, and maybe felt a little better about myself. Unfortunately, there’s a very fine line between having the motivation to do something and the total inability to even move out of the chair.
I wanted to go to the crawfish festival yesterday. I offered to pay. I got up and dressed and put on my face and all that shit, expecting we’d go for lunch, or maybe early dinner. Fuck, we could have even just left the house. Nope, instead, let’s do yardwork and then watch reruns on HGTV all fucking night. I spent most of the day reading a book that StressedRPh gave me for Christmas two years ago. It’s awful, and I’m forcing myself to finish it sheerly out of spite.
On top of all that, I learned there’s a really good chance my mom gave away the two trees I bought for her yard the year before last. That pissed me off. When they bought this house, she said the yard was empty, and we sent two small flowering trees for birthday/mother’s day. Neither is in the yard. Instead, the hostess of Friday’s get-together thanked my mother for the trees she gave her when we were over. She pointed out that they’ve survived a few bad storms and last year’s hurricane.
But oh, she’s been bothering Brian to plant the tree she bought literally the week I arrived.
Today, we’re going to Brian’s parents’ house for BBQ. I don’t know what time we’re expected to be there, just that there will be more people than Friday’s group. I’m a little more emotionally prepared for a big spread of food today, so at least there’s that.
