the day after
so this weekend was supposed to be all about cleaning house. ha. we managed to evade our responsibilities, as always. hey - we did do a little yard work, and justin did a couple loads of laundry, and i did at least get started picking up around here. we just had other things to do - like looking at hans's pictures, and going to dinner with jim's friends visiting from france, and having father's day brunch at johnny mango's. the house will be here all week - we'll get caught up. one of these days.
the process of reviewing the chain of events leading up to hans's death for my post yesterday left me raw. after i dropped justin at work in the afternoon, i just spontaneously erupted. by the time i got to home depot my solid-colored shirt was all spotty with tears. oh, well - i'm sure they're used to all kinds of people arriving at the store dirty from the projects they were doing before they ran out of something crucial and had to run to the store to get that missing piece. but after i ran my errands, i just needed some down time, so i finally got to settle in with "sunday jews", which has much artificial dialogue but a story so mesmerizing i can't give it up.
we survived father's day, and the obligatory call from the busybody aunt, who was kind enough to call to wish justin a happy father's day, but honestly, on an already difficult day, no one should have to put up with that, so i lied and said he was still asleep when she called. toni and david and zelda and orson stopped by to leave a card and book for justin, which was so, so kind - although the book (by david's own admission) involves a spaceship full of priests, so i don't know. justin can answer for himself how the day worked out for him, but i was surprised that it was more difficult for me than mother's day. i'm not sure why. one of those things i've got to work out and get to back to you on.
i do not want to go to work today, which is, i suppose, why i'm blogging now when i should be in the shower. i really need to get out of town. the itch is growing. if it doesn't get scratched soon, i may scratch someone. we don't have any significant foreign travel planned until december. i don't know if i'll make it that long.
the process of reviewing the chain of events leading up to hans's death for my post yesterday left me raw. after i dropped justin at work in the afternoon, i just spontaneously erupted. by the time i got to home depot my solid-colored shirt was all spotty with tears. oh, well - i'm sure they're used to all kinds of people arriving at the store dirty from the projects they were doing before they ran out of something crucial and had to run to the store to get that missing piece. but after i ran my errands, i just needed some down time, so i finally got to settle in with "sunday jews", which has much artificial dialogue but a story so mesmerizing i can't give it up.
we survived father's day, and the obligatory call from the busybody aunt, who was kind enough to call to wish justin a happy father's day, but honestly, on an already difficult day, no one should have to put up with that, so i lied and said he was still asleep when she called. toni and david and zelda and orson stopped by to leave a card and book for justin, which was so, so kind - although the book (by david's own admission) involves a spaceship full of priests, so i don't know. justin can answer for himself how the day worked out for him, but i was surprised that it was more difficult for me than mother's day. i'm not sure why. one of those things i've got to work out and get to back to you on.
i do not want to go to work today, which is, i suppose, why i'm blogging now when i should be in the shower. i really need to get out of town. the itch is growing. if it doesn't get scratched soon, i may scratch someone. we don't have any significant foreign travel planned until december. i don't know if i'll make it that long.
posted by laura at 8:47 AM
2 Comments:
Well ... The Sparrow is about Jesuits in space. But then, Hamlet is about a neurotic Scandanavian prince.
maybe it's girl thing, but a story about european royalty in distress is more marketable, one would think. i'm not saying it won't be a good book. i'm just saying - jesuits in space. too bad john candy died and can't be in the movie adaptation.
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