It always amazes me that there are people who work 50 weeks of the year like I'm doing these weeks. Then the weekend is at least a day of chores and if you're lucky a bit of relaxation can be had on Sunday. I remember working like this in the past but I haven't in over 10 years and believe me I have no plans to go back to it. That I have to do it for 12 or so weeks of the year is fine. I have no problem working five days a week, it's just a drag when it's ALL DAY every day for five days. There are plenty of you rolling your eyes I'm sure, but the truth is I love my life. Most of the time I'm bursting with gratitude too.
We essentially did nothing this weekend. The chores got done, but it was gray and drizzly most of the time so we didn't really go out except for a couple hours yesterday to look at sofas. There must be quite a markup on those things judging from the herd of salespeople that descend upon you upon entering the store. My line works well. We're not buying today, just having a look around thanks. They were good at leaving us alone then.
The most interesting thing though was a little chat I had with friend A who informed me of the latest life tidbit for her. Seems that a few years ago when the family was all helping out with the infirm grandmother, her mom snooped around her house when she wasn't there and found a little hand written will, opened it and read it. In the will it's stipulated that no money will go to mommy because of her lack of interest in her life. (Essentially calling her a bitch without saying it.) So mommy kept this to herself for these years and now after the death of stepdad and a possible inheritance forthcoming for A, mommy throws this piece of information in her face. Wow, how do you crawl out of that one? Serves mommy right for snooping, but one doesn't want to lose out on a windfall because of it, you know? I told her it reminded me of my mom when she found out I was gay by snooping in my room and reading my papers. Mommies just can't help themselves eh? I have learned that it's better not to snoop because you might get hurt in the process. Better not to know and be happy than know and be unable to reveal that because of how you gleaned the information. I remember once I steamed open a greeting card that was on the counter at my boyfriend's house. It was made out to a hometown friend. Imagine my grief at reading the line "I don't have a boyfriend and my love-life is on the back burner right now." And this was the one I was head over heels in love with. That was a difficult piece of information to keep to myself.
So anyway, sorry for the lack of pics and scintillation, I'm back to the grindstone this morning. Georgie is sitting next to me waiting for me to shower so I can take him out. I'll pop back in round about Thursday. Have a swell week everyone.