I managed to drag myself out of bed by the scruff of the neck early Monday morning. I stayed late at work on Sunday to place the orders I usually place Monday morning so I could swap my day off from Tuesday to Monday. My uncle Frank went in for surgery for kidney cancer at 11am (East coast time) on Monday. I was/am worried about Uncle Frank, but also for my dad. He's stressed out over it, of course. And he doesn't talk much about stuff that bothers him. So, I made a cherry pie Sunday night and got up just before 6am. I caught a 7:10 boat from Edmonds and got to his house by 8:30. It was a surprise and I thought I'd missed him because the door was locked (which it never is). But, he came down the stairs and was happy to see me (and the pie). We went to the beach and Suzy ran through the waves like she was born minutes before. She was a salty, dirty dog by the end of it all. We got food, and I had to spend an hour on my computer organizing this damn rugby camp, and then we went to the gym. There was a guy in tight bright yellow mesh shorts, pulled up a little too high for his long thighs. I could see his black briefs through the mesh. He had a top knot and tall white socks with those black slip on shoes that dancers wear. It was a little awkward. But, he was a nice guy so, that's all that matters, right? After working out, Paula and I went to the beach to run a staircase, after dropping Dad off at home. We'd just missed Aunt Carol's phone call saying that Uncle Frank's surgery went well and everything was going as planned, if not a little better. Good, great, wonderful. We made a super good dinner and had pie and health cookies for dessert. My beer gave me a buzz on my worked-out, empty, dehydrated stomach. And then I caught the 9:55 ferry home. Long day, followed up by brutal cramps when I got back to Lake City. Tried kinder methods but eventually took a powerhouse drug and knocked myself out, sleeping on a cloud. And woke up with cottonmouth and a sore throat. So, Monday I spent the day with family and it was wonderful.
Yesterday was work, lots of boxes. Hot. Crowded and chaotic at work. I was frazzled and kind of grumpy in the mess. But, it got sorted out. When I got home I felt like crap, mild cramps and gross-feeling stomach. So, I pushed through my workout (had to, Tacoma PAT is on the horizon) and showered and lazed. Al brought her man-friend over. It was good to see her. And also to eat the delicious delicious banana bread she brought with her. She keeps trying to steal my Miller High Life hat. I told her when she can drink a case in two sittings she can have it. Or, Alec if you read this, if you get me a Budweiser or RAINIER hat that's just as good. I'd prefer Rainier though. I'd give you that MHL hat AND make you a vegan treat for that. Yesterday my goal was to get our bedroom less crowded and gross. It didn't really happen. We moved the bed (and I've been sleeping like a psycho ever since). I really want to take the stuff that not related to sleeping or getting dressed out of the bedroom. It sucks to fall asleep amidst a pile of crap hovering around you, tangled with month-old Charlie fur balls and possibly harboring a cat or two. It just doesn't feel right. So, the plan is to get something for storing bedding. Move the winter clothes into the guest room. Keep a basic amount of our clothes in one dresser. (Charlie is on the porch howling along to the fire engine. He loves Lake City.) And clean out our damn closet. That way the bedroom is just the bed, some stored blankets, and a few clothes (not the mounds and baskets of clothes we have now - the clothes in the dresser are the ones we don't wear). We'll see when that actually happens.
And today, my goal is to chill the F out. I want to go in the yard and sit with the chickens for a bit. And after work we're going to the Sloop with some coworkers. One of the guys is pretty excited about it. So, we're Slooper sizing it at 8pm. Delicious. And cost-effective.
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