These PA Day induced long weekends put everything out of joint afterward. Friday felt like Saturday, Saturday felt like the Deja vu version of Saturday, Sunday felt like the longest Sunday ever, and here we are back in to the swing of things on an early Monday morning. Very strange indeed. I was fairly busy with work this weekend, so that makes things feel even weirder for the kids. My day job is cyclical, but not to the standard work/school week, and not always to standard operating hours, and my kids find that confusing. A part of being self employed, and a freelancer I tell them.
I have the flexibility to drop them off, and pick them up, and be here for their mandated days off from school, and when sick or injured, because I can also work well into the evening, and all weekend long, and occasionally through holidays too. Not vacations, mind you, but holidays, like Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, New Years Eve & Day. I’ve done that numerous times without issue. But I don’t work on vacation.
And because my work ebbs and flows week to week, month to month, year to year, sometimes I can get a whole lot of random stuff done around the house, as in DIY projects, and other times it’s just laundry, groceries, and a light tidying up when I’m swamped. So if I am building you a bookcase, or a bed odds are I’m in a lull, but if the vacuum cleaner has dust on it, I’ve been busier than usual for several days/weeks straight.
The rock climbing we do on Saturdays is really a lot of fun, but my hands, forearms, and abdomen aren’t feeling so hot right now. Then going and bending over to do two more days of leaves at the in-laws didn’t help much either. The front yard there is just about done. So we’ll have to do the back yard sometime soon. That’s like 10-15 tarp loads, or 40 plus garbage cans full, like just stuffed down to over flowing. It’s a lot of work. My back is not a fan. Neither are my legs.
In slightly more positive news I’m down to 196lbs, from 213lbs. That’s almost twenty pounds this fall season. Losing more would make the rock climbing ever so slightly easier on my hands, knees, and joints. I climbed for nearly 90 minutes, and by the end my thumbs were nearly numb, and my hands felt oddly delayed between intention, and action. Strange sensation that is.
I need to go jump back on my latest report, so I’ll sign off on this wRmish, sun filled Monday. Ciao Bella!
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