No, I didn’t suddenly snap and murder somebody, although that would have made quite the blog post, I suppose. How much internet access do they grant you in jail? I’m figuring if I murdered anybody I would get caught. It’s all very well to trash talk that I know how to commit a murder, but in fact, any murderer I’ve written about has gotten caught. But I digress.
This was hands-down a better Saturday than last one, because I didn’t have a headache. I didn’t even have to take any medication to make it happen; I just got lucky. Or blessed, I suppose. However, I can’t say it was any better of a Saturday in the category of getting stuff done. No, that, not so much. But I shall attempt to make a blog post about what I did do, so I can get back to watching Snapped (you know, from the headline?).
Steven and I got up at the delightful time of 6:30 a.m. That is SO much better than getting up at three! No, I’m not whining about getting up at 3 a.m.; I do it for a reason and I do not repine. However, I LOVE getting to sleep in a little! Even when I can’t exactly sleep (I am a long-time insomniac, but don’t worry about me). I had no plan for the day, but I knew there were several things it would behoove me to get done. Go to Melfe’s for work shoes, study my lines for Steel Magnolias, finish writing the various murder mysteries I have committed to, clean the house, do laundry, go running… the list went on and on.
I crossed out the first item mentioned by strategically postponing it till Wednesday, Steven’s next day off. He wants to go to Melfe’s to see if they have any shoes that might be good for his work. Having good shoes makes your work day SO much easier to get through! After chatting on the phone with my Dad and Mom (that was not on the list, but it is something I almost always do on Saturday), I wrote a few postcards to the folks I usually write postcards to (that was not on my list, either, but it is something I usually do).
After Steven left for work, I felt kind of like a lump pondering what to do. When Tabby was our dog, she loved to walk with me to the post office. However, Spunky does not like to take long walks. I took him for a short business meeting, after which he contentedly snoozed on the couch. I went upstairs to take a shower. After I was naked but before I was actually in the shower, I noticed what I had been noticing all week, that the bathroom really needed cleaning. I have heard about women cleaning naked, to keep from messing up their clothes. I tried it. It was no problem, except when Spunky started barking and I wondered if someone was at the door. I put on a bathrobe and ventured down. False alarm. I finished cleaning and showered. Now what to do?
Finally I sat down and started working on my lines for Steel Magnolias. I do the trick that was taught to me by my fourth grade church school teacher, Sister Mary Christina. It was how she taught us the Act of Contrition (fourth grade is when you make your First Confession, or Reconciliation as I guess it is called now). I include the trick for any possible benefit others may derive from it: Take it one or two sentences at a time. Say it out loud ten times, looking at it, say if five times not looking at it. I still have to study the lines after that, but the trick really helps.
You know, it is kind of boring to say a line out loud over and over, not to mention hard on your throat when you have a little post-nasal drip, which I often do. I persevered as best I could. Finally I decided to take a break and walk to the post office. I even thought of doing a Pedestrian Post and just writing about the walk, because I took a rather long way back and stretched it to almost a half hour. I need the exercise and I really wasn’t up to running. If only it were not face-hurting cold out, my life would have been perfect.
Back home, I studied my lines some more, spent some time looking at Facebook, read the newspapers I had been neglecting all week (this could be construed as a cleaning chore, since I put them in the recycling box when I had finished with them), waited for Steve to come home for lunch. The only other remotely useful thing I did was go to the liquid store (as it is sometimes known) and purchase some white wine, a glass of which I am currently enjoying. Oh, and I took Spunky for two more business meetings. Good dog.
Ooh, look at me, over 800 words. I wonder if anybody will read to the end? If you did, thanks! I hope I wasn’t boring. And I hope you are having a wonderful weekend. Peace out.
Mohawk Valley Girl 