Friday, August 2, 2013
Just LIving Life
Ok, I guess I better check in, if I must, do I have to ?
My work assignment finished up on July 20th and I have been living a very self-indulgent life since then.
Last week my two oldest grandsons, they're cousins, came to stay with me. Just me and them with no Gameboys, no Xbox, no Playstation, hell, the DVD player didn't even work! Boy, did we have fun! I have to admit that I did lose my patience a couple of times though. One night as we were playing Pictionary the younger of the two kept switching what he was supposed to be drawing in the middle of his turn.
Now I don't think I'm that hard core when it comes to playing friendly board games, but at one point the older cousin turned to the younger one and said, "Whoa! Don't get her so frustrated that she starts cussing again." ( I let a couple GD's slip this week after one boot down the river incident and one ball-kicking incident. I'm not talking soccer or footballs, I'm talking gonads.)
I never laughed so hard in my life. I told them they were more fun than a bunch of drunks.
This week, I have been completely on my own up here, (don't worry, the cap'n is still in the picture, he's just working.). I can't even begin to explain how wonderful it has been. I get up in the morning, I piddle, I'm not talking about that kind of piddle but I do that too, and I write. I eat lunch, btw I've gone back to an old diet site I used to follow Dr. Gourmet, the recipes are great, even though I have to admit I cheat a little bit on the no-salt and no-fat mayo and sour cream dictates. I've lost a little weight but the best thing is, I feel healthier and the sugar cravings seemed to have abated. A little bit.
Anyway, I eat, I procrastinate, I write a little more, I read about writing, I think about writing, I check my fb page, Mr. Stan decides he has to go out and piddle.... Let me tell you, this business of writing the world's greatest, most life-changing American novel is time consuming, hard shit.
So there you have it, an idyllic, extraordinarily, ordinary life. I'd be lying if I said that old asshole liquor doesn't whisper my name sometimes. It does, some days more than others. Some days it tries to convince me that I've learned my lesson, I'd know better next time. I'd be able to stop.
I just gently remind myself, that some people can drink and have the life described above.
But I can't!
But my little hermit world is about to come to an end, the cap'n returns home tomorrow then I leave on Sunday to go back to work at the same hospital where I was working before this short "stay-cation." They actually want me back, can you believe it? They must be desperate! LOL