monday morning again

I have lived through better weeks than this past week. I was most dramatically upset at the fact that I ended up trading a huge favor for disappointment. I suppose my schedule is the same for now and I have perhaps lost a year off of my life or something in the end but, whatever, that is just my luck, isn’t it? I have to plot and scheme my way into the future but it can be done. In helping a couple of people with their tax returns I realized that the hubby and I have a real gift for living well on incomes that most of my friends pretty much piss away. To us!

Speaking of us: One of us (him) was very, very ill for the better part of last week. I was actually quite worried. He never looks as off as he did. He has come around and is looking better today… I don’t like that, though! It wasn’t such a good week…

In fact, though I am in a much better mood today than I have been in maybe about seven days, I still cannot think of uplifting things to write here. They will have to be sort of random.

–non-stressful moments from a crappy week–

-my little son dancing in nothing but a backward fireman’s hat and training pants to George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord” that happened to come on the radio. It was sudden inspiration and he had a very serious look in his face.

-my little son (once again) almost toppling a grapefruit display at Whole Foods (in search of another fruit “friend”… he settled on a mango this week)

-my too clever and rarely mis-spoken husband telling me in a sick stupor that I shouldn’t ‘censorship’ him. I guess you would oh had to have been there.

-being a five foot girl at the aide of a basketball team of men who must have been close to seven feet tall- nice guys!
I forgot to mention that my husband (sick and seriously exhibiting signs of being a zombie) locked us all out of the house yesterday! Fortunately it was one of the nicest days in recent history. I thought to bring my cell phone at the last minute so I did get in touch with the landlord… we spent some quality time at the playground playing ‘king/queen of the mountain’ on one of the last remaining snowbanks. It wasn’t a total loss of a morning.