After chatting with Jasen and knowing that he isn’t coming into town, there is still the 1% chance he might still show up and surprise me. Simple wishful thinking on my part. Every time I’m in this thought process – which is common when I’m home alone – I almost rush to the front door when I hear a car pull up. I stop myself, because I realize that, statistically, it’s probably just Wayne coming back from a fast food run. Yea, that all just happened, so I thought I would share. Luckily, this is a pretty slow week for me… well every afternoon has something different for the agenda but no evenings are taken so that means I get to be all sappy and hang out with my honey…. or something like that. Oh, a big thanks to Jasen for introducing me to his family as his “female acquaintance”. Yea, that’s real special.
So, on to the bar fly swarm explanation. I got home after work, and much to my dismay, everything was not perfectly in order after leaving my house to fend for itself for 3 days. On Friday, I was in a semi-rush to get to Jasen’s since I knew he was having a bad day so i wanted to be there when he got home. Anywhoo, I was hurrying to make mint mojitos and one to go and I decided to leave the mess in the sink. Not a good idea, apparently. When I walked in to my bathroom after getting home today, I noticed about 20 of those damn gnats covering my mirror and walls. Eeek. So I went on an afternoon killing spree. A fucking massacre. I thought I was doing pretty well… and then I walked in my kitchen, getting ready to throw together an awesome dish I stole from Giatta (sun-dried tomato pesto penne pasta) and guess what… yup, the fucking gross-ness had consumed my kitchen. I probably wasted an hour killing those little buggers and they still seemed to be multiplying. Luckily, there weren’t any in my cupboards (which isn’t a word, I’m told, but actually it is because I just checked – so boo yah) so I think I’m safe. There weren’t any perishables except for the sugar and mint and whatever else I left in my sink. Once I thought I had the situation under control and didn’t see any more of those fuckers, I started to cook and poured myself a glass of wine (which I checked compulsively to make sure I wasn’t getting my extra dose of protein for the day) and accidentally left the bottle open. By the way, I’ve really got to get some of those wine bottle stopper-upper thingys. You know what I’m talking about. Well, durr me… when I finally went to re-cork the bottle, I noticed a dozen more of those tiny shitheads in my bottle of $12 wine. Which is truly BULL SHIT since I rarely pay that much for a bottle. Moral of the story – if you want to get rid of bar flies, get them drunk, they’ll have a party in your bottle, and then drown. They were all gone by the time I got back from yoga. Namaste. That doesn’t quite work in this situation, but I’ll go with it.
Yoga was much easier and more enjoyable this week. That may be due to having my own mat, fresh yoga gear, and being more limber; but actually, it’s probably because the temp in the room was 78*F last week and today it was only 71 degrees. I really enjoy the serotonin release and overall feeling of well-being I get during and after the class. I’m a bit impressed that I can do some of the more advanced poses fairly well. I’m sitting here right now listening to Edward Sharpe, sipping on green tea, with a scented candle lit for minimal lighting. Feeling healthy and happy. In a minute, I’ll warm up some of that penne pasta again. I only meant to eat a bit as a snack before yoga but managed to consume 2 bowls of the stuff. Luckily the one person that tooted in class wasn’t me. It happens and I’m sure my time will come. And when it does I’ll probably break out in uncontrollable laughter because that’s how I do and I’m sure Rachel would be absolutely no help in that situation. We’re going to start getting together on Thursdays, maybe, and do our own yoga so we can stay limbered up.
Forgive me for backtracking, but I wanted to talk about this past weekend. Friday was a bit of a bust since we were both so exhausted and feeling funky from the long day/week. Jasen didn’t get home until 7ish, had take-out Chinese, and we both passed out. Well, he may have stayed up for a while but I was completely useless. Saturday was surprisingly fun hanging out around the cabin while the boys worked. I’m sure Jasen was dreading the thought of me and his mother talking for hours but it really wasn’t that bad. Sunday was great except the weather could have been a bit nicer. I hope someone got a video of Levi pulling in a fish. He was so damn excited I wasn’t sure if he was autistic for an hour after meeting him. That sounds odd to say, but really, the way he absolutely freaked out when they caught a fish was amazing. He’s an awesome kid and Amber and Jimi seem like wonderfully caring and completely invested parents. Ah, that makes me miss Lennon. Well, it’s din din time. I have plenty of leftovers and I don’t mind sharing.
