My Saturday

On Saturdays, THGGM and I work in the early morning and again at night.

In between, we try to PACK in as much as we can.

I think we really appreciate our Saturdays together, because for most of our marriage he worked every single Saturday. To compensate, he had Wednesdays off, which meant we got awfully used to doing fun stuff on days that weren't busy at all. But, those days are gone and I do not pine for them, much.

Today after work we went to breakfast with Youngest Son, Daughter, Son-in-law and Baby Boy. Baby Boy kept us entertained with his vast variety of new words. He is struggling with the whole concept of the word 'please'. He thinks because he says it, he gets it. He wanted Pake to bring him to see the fish, and Pake said 'no'. Baby Boy looked at him and said "I SAID PLEASE!" Although, it sounded more like "I SHAY PLEASH!"

After breakfast we went to an antique mall to pay our last payment on a primitive hutch THGGM had on lay-away. He didn't want to have to move it twice, so lay-away was a convenient option. While he was doing that, I found several things I could not live without. But, then the thought of having to PACK THEM INTO BOXES occurred to me, and I left with one small 'occupied Japan' figurine of a girl playing an accordion. While playing the accordion she is leaning on something that looked like it could hold Q-tips in the bathroom, so I bought her. One must earn ones keep, or something like that.

Next, we went to our new favorite antique mall. It was also having a flea market in the parking lot. I couldn't do the flea market, as it was sunny and I had a migraine last night. No sun for me. Somehow I didn't mind so much the thought of putting the things I found there into boxes. I found an Alexandra Stodard book, and a Bess Streeter Aldrich book which happened to be green! I also found two little delft-ish containers that will kinda sorta match things I have for holding colored pencils and paint brushes in an attractive and somewhat matchy-matchy way.

Lest one thinks I have forgotten that I need to continue PACKING, that is what I did all afternoon.

I hadn't properly put away my Christmas decor because I had grand plans to re-sort it all. That never happened. Until today. I had been dreading it for WEEKS now, and it really was not that big of a deal at all. I bounced back and forth between Christmas decor and PACKING paper. I'm happy to report that I will not need to purchase packages of paper for perhaps and perchance a very very long time. And to think that I thought I was running low on paper.

While I did all that, THGGM did laundry. Our laundry is actually safer when he does it than when I do. He is a picky laundry doer. I just want to get it done. Since what he will miss the most about living here is the front porch, he brought the laundry out and folded it while he swang (swung? swinged? help me here!).

At some point we crossed paths and decided to go to 'the mall' to eat. I poked around in Barnes and Noble, but couldn't even find anything in the two dollar book rack. I had to whimper and whine a little, but THGGM granted me a trip to Michael's, where I purchased BOXES to PACK some photos into. FOUR cardboard/craftboard type photo boxes. I also spent $2.99 for a wooden finial to add to Baby Boy's wooden blocks. We like to build fancy towns and then knock them over. I build/he knocks over. What a team we are.

Leaving Michael's I saw three birds in the pond that looked like green herons. I thought I would check that out. I've seen white egrets and blue herons but these looked green. My plan was to look them up when I got home. But, alas, all of my books are PACKED IN BOXES!

Do you realize that in the end we all get PACKED INTO A BOX? Even cremated remains come to ones family PACKED IN A BOX!

Okay. I'm okay. Sort of.

From there I sat in our car in the drive-way of our new house while THGGM moved sprinklers around. He has been doing this a lot. Watering the grass. I think he is actually looking forward to mowing this lawn. He is happy like a little boy at Christmas about this new house. We get the keys on Monday.

He dropped my off at my mom and dad's house so I could arrange their medications for the week. That was depressing. Not because they weren't doing well, as they were doing VERY well. But, they have fallen into that horrible "gap" meaning that they have no insurance for their medications until they pay $3,000 out of pocket. $3,000 for my dad, and $3,000 for my mom. I suppose we could cry about it. But, we didn't. If crying could cause $6,000 to appear, I would have tried that months ago. No. We will stick with prayer.

I arrived home needing a caffeine jolt. I still had to work. The jolt got me through, but, here it is WAY past my bedtime, and I still have miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.