monique

Woolgathering
2001-09-22 21:54:00 (UTC)

An Almost Normal Weekend

This is one of our few almost normal weekends when we are in
sync with most of the rest of the world. On many Saturdays
and Sundays, John is working or he is sleeping in the
daytime in order to work that night. He worked a 12-hour
shift last night and is sleeping this morning but, unless
he's called to work overtime and agrees to do it, he is off
work until Wednesday morning. This means we'll have
most of Saturday and all of Sunday to be together as a
family
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I was up at my now-usual for me, 4:30 a.m. I showered,
dressed, did laundry, unloaded the dishwasher which still
had last night's dinner dishes in it, reloaded it
with the dishes the boys had left in the sink and started a
new cycle. I played a bit on the computer, took a whole
chicken out of the freezer to defrost for dinner, and
had a fresh apple pie finished and in the oven by 8:00 a.m.
Am I ambitious or what?
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Jessica's Mom is going into Eugene this morning to
shop and she told Gavin that she'd bring him to see
Jessica at her dorm at the University of Oregon and come
back and pick him up after she was done shopping.

John brought Owen into Eugene this afternoon to finish up
the rest of his shopping and then he'll bring him back to
his dorm after dinner. John called while he was in Eugene
and said the traffic was terrible and that he hated the
Ducks. (They have a game this evening.) Sometimes there
are advantages to not working on non-peak times which allows
the avoidance of crowds.

Maybe we'll stop by the library to pick up the few reserve
books they have for me. I finished Paradise Lost by J.A.
Jance and then began Phillip Margolin's The Associate. John
read the latter book while I was reading the Jance one and
told me he hadn't finished it as he'd guessed who the
murderer was by the time he'd read 50 pages. Of course, I
took that as a challenge and I also had correctly
guessed who the murderer was by the time I'd finished 50
pages. When I read mysteries I usually read them only
for pleasure and don't try to figure out the
ending. I was almost disappointed that I was able to do so.

I need to do more laundry and get it out onto the
clothesline. It's another beautiful, clear, sunny and warm,
almost-summer day of an almost normal weekend.




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