busy things . . . lazy days

Busy things . . . lazy days.

An oxymoron, I know . . . we should have been busy all weekend.  We are having company next weekend and leaving on vacation the following weekend.  Dave spent Saturday cutting the grass (an acre of grass takes all day).  Lindsey had class downtown on Saturday, so I drove her down, went to the office, left at 10:00 to go to a memorial service, went back to the office and she called at 3:00 for me to pick her up.  I then dropped her off at a friend's house as they were going to a graduation party.  I then had to go pick her up at 7:00 p.m. because she was going out and needed to be home because she was going to another graduation party.  Not a problem.

On Sunday, Dave said that he was going to weed-wack around our fence, another all day project and wanted to know what I had plans.  Ummm, nothing.  I did reorganize some things in the yarn department, dusted the upstairs and cleaned my bathroom, but that is just a normal occurrence and doesn't count.  I also cleaned the van (not the windows . . . Dave does the windows) but wiped down all the dust, dead bugs, cleaned up the trash, etc.  He then decided that he wasn't going to weed wack the fence but was going to sit outside on the back porch and drink a beer and wanted to know if I wanted to join him.  I love our back porch.  We have three rocking chairs, shades that we put down and lots of trees for additional shade (although you can't tell from this pic).  We also have barn swallows that are nesting on top of one of the shades so we were watching the birds flit in and out of the nest and diving into the pool for water.

Now, anyone who knows my hubby, knows that he rarely just sits.  But sit we did.  Through two beers.  Then I took a nap.  Of course, while I napped, Dave vacuumed the kitchen rugs and put them away for the summer.

For the record, Lindsey can, on a regular basis, say things to me that send me from zero to bitch in 30 seconds flat.  Last week was the last couple days of school for Zachariah and Dave.  Zachariah had school through Wednesday, as did Dave, but Dave had to go in on Thursday to clean his room.  Lindsey had work (noon to five) on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.  Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, the chlorine levels were whacked and they sent her home by 2:00.  She did go over a neighbors house for an hour or so every morning to calm their dogs (they are getting a new roof).

Once Dave is off from school, I leave the house in the morning to catch the 6:00 a.m. bus.  So on Thursday and Friday, I was in the office by 6:30 a.m. and left at 5:00 p.m.  This past Wednesday, my employer had our quarterly update meeting at the Browns Stadium at lunch time.  It was great fun and I was recognized especially as June 19th is my 40th anniversary of working for the Firm.  Yep 40 years.

So, getting back to Lindsey, after we got home at 7:15 or so, she had gotten dressed for the second party and came downstairs and wanted me to hook a bracelet or something.  I looked at her nails (she does have beautiful nails) but they all were only half polished, laughed and said "considering you knew what you were doing this weekend and that you've been home most of the week, I would have thought you would have fixed your nails."  She informed me that "I worked this week."  Really????  I looked at her and laughed.  To her face, laughed.  Ten hours, maybe?  Aghhh.  I then compounded the grievance and pointed out to her that I worked more than forty hours this week.  Her response was priceless:  "You should.  You are forty years older than me and I have four jobs, you only have one!"  She was indignant.  Seriously??  Pissed me off.  Really!  Zero to bitch in 30 seconds.

I did forget that yes, she does teach an hour swimming class on Sunday mornings and starting this week, she will be working at another job for about 10.5 hours each week.  And maybe, if they can get their schedules together, she will be teaching another private swimming class three mornings this week, maybe.  So, lets see, if I combine all of her hours and potential hours over the last and next week, she will have worked 40.5 hours.  In two weeks.  Really!

Oh and the coming and going and fetching and carrying for her . . . she is pushing it because, we have told her for years, that she can get her drivers' license when she has saved up a year's worth of insurance, in advance.  At the rate that she goes through money, she will be 40 before she does that AND wouldn't THAT be poetic.