I blew it out last night. I bought some "real" beer, a Funky Buddha IPA, and drank it outside with my mother. When I went in to make dinner, I opened another. Friday night--party!!! I was making tacos again so we could use up the rest of the lettuce and shredded cheese and other ingredients before they went bad. I had forgotten to get taco seasoning, though, so I had to make it from scratch. Chili powder, cayenne pepper, salt, garlic powder, onion powder, cumin, smoked paprika, oregano. Unbelievably, my mother had them all. I had little faith, but it turned out great. So. . . what to do afterwards? Well. . . I had thought to bring the remains of a bottle of scotch from home. Yup. Just in case. So I poured a "real" drink, not one of those skinny things you get out.
It went right to my head.
So. . . I poured another.
My mother was giving me grief.
That was my party, though. I'll be back to tea tonight. I must. I mean, I felt good and was too happy for a moment. I wouldn't want that.
There is a "big" little league wrestling match tonight. I got excited when I saw that, but I don't think I'll be able to go. I just don't think so.
In a bit, I will need to go back to my house to meet the plumber. I'll find out the bad news early today. I'm hoping it is not as bad as it might be, but hope is a fool's paradise they say. Whatever. I need to keep my emotions at bay and not let them roil the waters. They will do me no good.
Still, I feel the need for a tranquilizer. Maybe that was the impetus for the party last night.
The sun will shine and the air will be warm today. The local weather people are giddy with it. I know this because I have commercial tv here at mom's house. They are either corrupt, evil, or stupid though. Our temperatures are averaging 10-12 degrees above normal. This is NOT good news. Things are trying to bloom far too soon. Animals are confused. The ocean water stays warmer than usual and stores energy for a giant hurricane season.
"Wow. . . we are blessed with another spring-like day today, so get out there and. . . ."
I will settle down this week. I will get back a little zen and sip teas and read and be a chill, mystical hippie once again. I take my mother to the ortho on Wednesday, and we will see how she is doing. Maybe the cast will come off, but I am doubtful. It doesn't look like my cousin will be coming to stay with my mother this winter, so there is that.
Will I watch the Super Bowl tomorrow? Of course, I will have it on. It will be awful, though. There will be no flow to the game as they stop action often to break to the million dollar a second commercials. Then the hideous halftime show that lets the players completely lose the rhythm of the game as they sit in the locker room for a half hour or more. I think really all one needs to do is watch the second half unless one is just into celebrities in advertising. But you know. . . who wants to be left out of the Great American Experience. If people still went to work, they would be talking about it around the water cooler on Monday.
"Water cooler?"
Copy machine?
The bigger question is what will I cook for dinner?
But just now I must ready myself to meet the plumber. Fingers crossed.
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