Ah, the weekend. A respite from the week’s regular grind. Replaced, instead, by the weekend’s grind.
Today: shopping, cooking, a couple of loads of laundry.
Oh! But there was something different: Patrick, Lathropworld’s favorite teenager, enjoyed some new-found freedom today and progressed to another level of grown-up-edness. Yes, kids, Patrick went to the downtown library and took the bus to and from . He was pretty excited about doing that. And, as a bonus, he made it just fine!
Otherwise, I had to head to the store to grab a pair of sweatpants. Why, you ask? Well, I’ll let the cat out of the bag and tell you: on Monday, I join Patrick at karate. I figured he could use the company, but also, I could use the activity. Assuming I survive the two-day a week regimen, I’ll keep you updated on how things are going. So to fully prepare, I’ll spend much of Sunday eating an entire pound of butter, large, fatty, deep-fried beef roast, and smoking an entire carton of Lucky Strikes. Of course, he’s a brown belt, and I’m a…um…no belt, so I guess that technically means he can kick my ass. We’ll see how that goes. Stay tuned. Details coming.
Oh, wait. Sunday’s the Super Bowl. Hmm. Maybe I will actually eat all that. Or not. I’d forgotten that tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday until I was at the grocery store. You see, tomorrow is not all about the Super Bowl for me: tomorrow is Sunday–which means Jenni works, which means we go to church in the morning, then come home, and then we take the girls and my sister’s kids to the Children’s Theatre for a play. Then back home to make an early dinner because Jenni works again, this time taking the kids with her for youth group.
Ah, but you ask how did I know it was Super Bowl Sunday until I was at the grocery store? Because everyone in the area was shopping there, getting their supplies for the big party/game. Obviously single guys had their obligatory stacks of frozen pizzas, while the couples were wandering through with more than one guy asking his wife/girlfriend if “we really need that.”
You see, this is exactly why I go grocery shopping by myself–besides getting in and out with any quantity of food in less than 30 minutes, it also avoids the addition of God-knows-what to the cart by the kids or Jenni. The sheer savings in maintained sanity alone is worth it.
So there you go: the constant routine that is my life moves on. But, as always, it had enough wrinkles so that it makes things interesting. Always something new.
More new stuff later.
See you tomorrow.