the good, the bad, the ugly

The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves."
- John Muir

The three day weekend is over. There were some glorious, and not so glorious, moments. Friday was mostly spent at my mom's. Then there was some Crossfit and dinner at Rachel and Val's. Saturday was gravel pick up, the Mudhens match (sweet sweet victory), and the neighbor's birthday party (too much tequila and some delicious tamales). Sunday was supposed to be the most productive day of all. It was alright. I got the rest of the gravel out of the truck and onto the dirt slab. I scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors like Cinderella. I made pear cake and apple biscuit something with the partly-rotting pears and apples on the porch. I planed the top of the front door to try to get a better fit in the door jam. Molly was not amused at the chunks of door that dropped to the ground. I visited my least favorite place: Home Depot. But, I was actually asked if I needed help, a lot. That's a first. Normally I wander around like I'm in the belly of a whale. If you are lucky enough to find someone that actually works there, they avoid contact and if they happen to make it, they scurry away before you can ask anything. If you manage to corner one of them and ask them anything then it's "not their department". Home Depot meant stepping stones. There is more to do in that department but we're going to eventually get the stones all along the fence, by the driveway. And we have some temporary ones from the front gate to the porch so we don't have to sludge through puddles. We also made delicious roasted tomato sauce from all our garden tomatoes. It's what my mom made when I was a kid when she picked all her tomatoes. We had green zebras, big fat red ones with mean brown wrinkles, long yellowish pear tomatoes, yellow taxi tomatoes, and little red cherry tomatoes. It was about four pounds over all and you blend basil, garlic, olive oil, salt and pepper in a Cuisineart and then pour that mix all over the halved tomatoes and roast the whole thing in the oven for 2-3 hours. I think it's my most favorite meal of fall. And carrot potato soup with fresh bread. Tara, Rob and a buddy of Tara's from back east came over for dinner. I ended up pulling out the whisky to share with Rob and we both drank too much. Too much whisky, on top of a couple beers and a couple glasses of wine. I felt that today when I went to a brutal day at work. There were way too many shoes and it was stressful. I felt terrible all day and finally came crawling home a little after 4:00 instead of going to pick up the second round of gravel.

I didn't workout this weekend and feel guilty about that but I get my butt handed to me each time I go to the Crossfit facility so I was still sore Sunday from that Friday night workout. I'm trying to summon up the energy for weighted pull-ups tonight.