The last weekend away

After work on Friday, I drove back up to the condo for the last weekend away.  I crashed dinner with my mom and her cousins and a friend.  I ordered something I normally don’t, lamb shank, and ate half, and brought the other half back for lunch the next day.

On Saturday morning, I spent time by the pool.  See how crowded it was?

I spent time listening to a family yell at a girl who was about 8 years old.  They were trying to teach her to dive.  The kid was the only one with a valid point.  “It’s too shallow.  Diving isn’t allowed here.”  The adults had the argument, “We’ve done the Iron Man.  We know what we’re doing.”  Well, 1) just because you’ve done it, doesn’t mean you can coach it and 2) I don’t recall a diving portion of the Iron Man.

What the shower would look like if I had none of my products in it.

The preseason football games were on Saturday evening, so my mom and her cousin and I did a puzzle while the cousin’s husband watched the game.  It took us longer than we thought, so we had to work on it the next morning.

I couldn’t leave before I finished the puzzle.

I packed up the car and went home.  I stopped at the grocery store to do meal prepping for breakfasts and lunches for the week.  I also made dinner and cleaned up a bit.

I went to bed exhausted, with a long todo list for the week.  I started it the moment I opened my eyes Monday morning.

It’ll be another year before I go back.  It was a nice relaxing time, even though I didn’t get as much reading done as I thought I would.

Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

No licking, no dancing

My sleep buddy, Inky, has had her schedule all thrown off. I think it started when I was gone on my trip. I wasn’t there, and she was put on a diet. It got worse when Dad was no longer home. Most nights lately, I have been falling asleep without her help.

Lately she’s been waiting for me to fall asleep and then will climb in bed once I’m settled. She climbs on my chest and starts a tap dance. Then she starts licking my chin. If I put my hand up, she licks that, too.

I move her to a place that’s comfortable for me, but is still touching me. I tell her over and over, “No licking, no dancing, I need room to breathe.” She seems to ignore the words. Eventually, we will both be reasonably comfortable. Last night, she settled in on my belly, holding my hand. It took her ten minutes to get into that position. She stayed there less than five minutes.

What a mess

I have many draft posts ready to go.  I am prepping for my upcoming trip.  I have posts that are ready to post, but I am waiting on them.  I have some that just have titles.  I have some that are partially written.  I have the prep work done for some of the challenges, but I need to read the books, still.  I have to decide which books are going with me, too.

I am sorting and writing and basically just wading through the mess.  It will be beautiful when I am finished, but you can’t see the mess that is in the background.  It will get sorted out and completed by the end of the month, I think.

Overwhelming myself

With the ADHD, I find that I try to do way too many things at once. Like I said in an earlier post, I’m prepping for vacation, so I got several posts started. All the post drafts are calling to me. All at once.

I know, logically, that I can’t do everything at once, but I’ll try. Actually, I’ll try to save something to do later. Like I planned.

Prepping for vacation

I have an upcoming vacation. I am doing the last minute things, even though it’s not really last minute yet.

I went to purchase what I need for the trip. I haven’t quite finished, but I got the majority done.

I tried to get a mani pedi done, but I ended up getting called in to go to work, so only the pedi got done.

I got to work and finished up on record time. Then I went to buy sunglasses for the trip. I am almost ready! I am planning on getting the manicure soon.

I also found a lot of memes and book related photos to write about when I’m away. I am sure I’ll have time to write, so I’ll publish when I’m back. At least I don’t have to think about what I’m going to write about. I’ll figure out other topics, too, while I’m away. Always thinking…

Finishing the license plate saga

After all the trouble getting the license plate and scheduling and rescheduling everything, yesterday was the day that I had to get the car to the police station to get the fix it ticket signed off.

I managed to get the license plate, tape, and cleaning wipes to the car. I found a good spot to attach the plate. I had been warned that the tape I used will be PERMANENT. No problem.

I got up to the police station and there were two women in the station already. They also had a fix it ticket to take care of. I overheard “Well, your fix it ticket is for not having the sticker on your car. Your sticker is there in your hand, so I can’t sign off that it was fixed, because I can see that it wasn’t. If it’s in your hand, it’s not on your car.” The response: “We left the car at home, so we wanted to show that we got the sticker.” Ummmm…. The very patient officer suggested that they go home and put the sticker on the car and then try to get the ticket signed. “but, the type of ticket you have requires you to go downtown to fix it, or over to the college.” Oh, boy… I was not hopeful that I could get my ticket signed.

The officer sent the two ladies on their way. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything and the officer took the ticket from me. “Oh, a license plate. I actually have to go look.” I told him to look at it as getting a walk and some fresh air in. “A walk? How far away did you park? Don’t tell me you left your car at home, too!” No no. It’s across the street about four cars down, parked perpendicularly. He looked at it. “Yes, there’s a plate there.” He signed my paper and I thanked him and told him to enjoy his walk back. He said that he was glad I didn’t go when it was raining.

I got home and copied the paperwork and got it in an envelope with a stamp. We even made it to the post office that same day.

Now, I just need the radio pulled out of the other car, and I’ll donate that. Getting stuff done! I am not mentioning the library books that need to go back before I leave on my trip.