Damn weekends. They
go by so damn fast.
I was supposed to drive to Sleepy Hollow, NY this weekend
for a lacrosse game, which turned into such a close game that I almost popped a
cranial artery while watching it online (son's team won by a goal). I had plans to go early and take pictures at
the cemetery and church yard used in the Washington Irving story. I had plans to spend the day with my eldest
as we drove out there and back, round trip, in one day.
In the end, my jaw won out.
I am still in recovery mode from oral surgery. It still bloody-well hurts, I can assure
you. Saturday, after missing the big
road trip, I took a mini-road trip with friends and went out for steak. I couldn't stand it any longer, this eating
of soft foods crap. I have been eating
cottage cheese, apple sauce, yogurt, pudding, and soup until I wanted to
cry. I also had a drink Saturday
night. That's right - I have been
sipping water and milk and tea for eight days now, mostly waiting until the
antibiotic finished. No point in giving
myself stomach issues on top of everything else.
Sunday my youngest had to come home from college and get his
car for a couple of internship opportunities and interviews he has lined
up. I ran up to his college in New
Hampshire and got him, did some laundry for him, had some lunch. He brought his girlfriend along, thankfully,
because #1 she's a great girl, and #2 she could keep him entertained so I could
work on homework. I had eleven profile
papers to do track changes for and email them out to my grad school
classmates. Then I had to send my weekly
paper to the professor.
Meanwhile I have been madly putting papers together trying
to bring some kind of cohesion to my thesis, only I discovered that the cloud I
chose to save my files reformatted them, and to turn them back into PDF files,
it will cost money. I spent most of this
weekend reformatting each line by hand.
Waste of my precious time.
And now the weekend is over.
Damnitall. Did I have a great
weekend? YES. Would I do it all the same if I had a second
chance? SURE. But am I still going to bitch and moan
because I want even more time?
REALLY … do you people not know me by now? Of course I'm going to bitch about the
weekend being too short! I'm still
suffering for that hour I got ripped off when the clocks sprang ahead. I won't see that sucker again until the fall,
but I could use it right now!\
Damn weekends. They
should be four days long. Don't you
agree?
