Another quiet morning in Northern California with a charming cold rain. I thought we were supposed to have sunshine for the whole three day weekend, so it was a nice surprise to wake up to the wet stuff this morning. Naturally, the rain came because I had already watered my yard yesterday.
Today is President's Day in the United States, and I'd like to take a moment to recognize their noble sacrifices so I could have a long weekend to play video games and nap.
I'm at Starbucks again, with my blonde roast and a cranberry scone. It's warm and clean here, with the little baristas fluttering around the counter, chattering and snickering. If only we could understand their language, we might unlock the secrets of the universe. The only thing disturbing the place this morning are two people sitting ten feet away from me, and two feet away from each other, talking like they are on opposite sides of a wide chasm. Here's a little sample of their conversation: SO I SAYS TO DALE, SAM WROTE A LETTER AND HE AND CUT AND PASTE EXACTLY WHAT THE RULING SAID AND SO IT WAS JUST BLATANT BUT THE BRIEF WAS OKAY, AND ONE TIME WHEN I WAS IN FLORIDA I WAS OUT SWIMMING AND I SAW THIS BARRACUDA AND I WAS LIKE WOW BARRACUDA YOU ARE UGLY AND LET ME ASK YOU THIS DID ROBERTA HAVE A GOOD TIME ON SATURDAY BECAUSE ROBIN SAID IT WAS LIKE CHRISTMAS AND I SAID NO ROBIN, IT'S BECAUSE OF THE ECONOMY. I'm not even joking.
Hurrah, they just up stakes and left! Ah, sweet peaceful calm. Now I can enjoy the fantastic playlist they've got going on here. Old R&B, soft and soothing.
Last night was the season finale of "Downton Abbey" on PBS and I've ranted enough about it over the past couple of months that I'm sure you've at least heard of it. Such an amazing show and so beautifully shot. Towards the end of the show last night, one of the principle characters was standing on the terrace watching the snow fall, wearing a dark red dress that just popped against the blacks and whites of the space around her. It would have made a beautiful painting.
I got to spend some nice time this weekend with each member of my family (well, except for the niece and nephew away in college). Friday night I invited myself to my brother's for dinner, and we had pizza and played some Xbox and then for reasons that are unclear to me, my brother and I ended up getting sucked into a show about children's pageants. The level of freakery present in that world is difficult to comprehend. One of the mothers (age 47) had a stripper pole in her living room, I kid you not. Of course, she called it an "exercise pole", but I suppose "daddy-issues pole" is too much of a mouthful. Look away, we could not.
On Saturday Chris and I went for a long walk along the river trail, and let me tell you it was cold. I was woefully underdressed, thinking shorts would be perfectly comfortable, and I certainly suffered for my mistake. We did have a nice time however, and afterwards we got some coffee and did a little shopping at this random thrift store near Chris' house. He came home with a brass lobster. If you know Chris then you'll know he's going to find some way to make it even more awesome than it already is.
Yesterday I tagged along with my mom when she took my niece shopping. She's 15 and a great kid to shop with because everything excites her. She found a dress with pink flowers that looked super cute on her, and I thought she was going to do a cartwheel. I picked up a few things myself, and apparently they had just marked the prices down fifteen minutes before we got there, which is so full of winning I can hardly stand it.
In the evening I went to my sister's for dinner (I did not invite myself, she asked me first) and watched some tv with her and my brother in law and my nephew. We're all hooked on "The Walking Dead", which is about killer zombies, and followed it up with two hours of Masterpiece Classic on PBS. It was a strange combination, but my brain is already rotten so very little damage was done.
Okay, now I get that it's early in the morning, and people come to Starbucks to relax and read the paper and drink their coffee, but do they forget they're actually out in public? The couple that just came in look like they stood in front of their closet and yelled to the clothes, "JUMP!". Perhaps there aren't mirrors in that home. Or combs.
I'm not sure how I'm going to spend the rest of this last holiday weekend, and I'm trying not to think about the fact that it's the last one until the end of May. At least the pressure at work lightened up for the first time this year, and I feel like I've gotten a handle on the computer rollout. That project almost did me in, and while I'm not done by a long shot, I can at least breathe a little easier since most of the machines are installed and working. And universe? Don't pull some BS move and send plagues of hardware issues. You'd better hadn't, I'm tellin ya.
Yesterday I made a kick ass stew and got some awesome artisan bread to go along with it, and since it looks like it will be a cold and rainy day it might be nice to catch up on movies and lay around in my pajamas. Oh, and pay bills because my paycheck was deposited a day early due to the holiday. I always feel good when that chore is complete.
I hope all is well where you are. Put ice cream in your near future, you won't be sorry.
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