My dad is in town.
Don’t get me wrong, I love it when my dad visits, and it was really good timing as my significant other is in Mexico at a family event, and Dad generally doesn’t enjoy any member of opposite sex interacting with his daughters – unless they’re gay – then he loves them and thinks they should always be with his daughters. You know, stereotypical fathers.
I did however want to get a few things done while Toby was away, such as carpet one of the rooms, fully clean, do some of the editing projects he’s been freaking out about, and so on. My dad loves to snag up as much of my time as possible. In 36 hours, he manage to get me for 28 of those hours – both times simply by asking if I wanted to get breakfast and insisting he drive. It’s a mild form of kidnap really.
I felt bad turning him down today – well, I didn’t turn him down so much as be firm that I was driving my own vehicle, and that I must stay at home as much as possible today and clean and edit.
Well, where we went out to breakfast was a seemingly neutral ground for he, my brother and I, considering we were coming from three different towns. This neutral ground was in the middle of no-where – a place called Acme – yes, like the company that sells cartoon characters their explosives and anvils. If you blink your eye, you will miss it. I know roughly where it is, but in the past when I’ve found it, it was purely by accident, at which point I accidently found myself elsewhere after.
So naturally, on the way back I got slightly lost, which found me in Alger, which is nothing more than a crossroad of highways, four corners with four businesses and nothing more – it is in fact bigger than Acme. I decided to stop by the bar there to visit my friend who is a chef there.
She bought me a couple drinks when she finished her shift and we made plans to go out dancing in a couple hours after.
I came home to light the fire so the house would be warm, as the sky keeps threatening to snow, looked around and knew I had far too much stuff to do, and it was already 4 o’ clock. Where had my day gone???
So I called to rain check.
I needed some dinner before beginning the task of cleaning. I sat down to enjoy it. That was three hours ago and I still have yet to
do any cleaning clean anything other than the fire place and the kitty litter box. I figured that at this point it’s wine time. Vino o’ clock.
It kind of sucks hanging out at the house after dark by myself. I don’t know what to do with myself. I mean, I have plenty to do, I just can’t seem to make myself do it.
That’s what’s scaring me. I’m rushing forward trying to get myself enrolled in school before I lose my nerve and I can’t even make myself get up to clean! It’s not even like I have a lot to clean – it’s just a matter of tidying and vacuuming and a little sweeping. In theory I don’t think it should take me more than 2 hours.
Had I said no to breakfast this morning, I’d be fine. I can get up and clean, that’s not a problem. It’s the second half of the day that always gets me.
Just say no to breakfast. Just about every time. Just say no….
….unless you’re trying to be healthy, then in which case say yes.