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a successful weekend
I used to always look forward to weekends because I could get a lot of things done. I think around the time Gwen hit 18 months, I realized this was just never going to work. I'd always end the weekend frustrated and disappointed about how little I'd accomplished.
At some point, it wasn't really conscious, I switched over to the mentality that I just plan to not get anything done on weekends. Which means that some Sunday evenings I sit back and think "Wow, that was a pretty good weekend!"
Yesterday morning Gwen and I took Goldie over to the vet open surgery simply because he's still got a touch of diarrhea and I wanted to be sure it was just a result of stress/moving/surgery/injury etc. And the vet confirmed that, which was reassuring and totally worth 20GBP. Then after Thomas finished golfing he took me out to pick up Nucat, and Gwen and I spent much of the afternoon in my room with her, watching movies and being quiet and unobtrusive. Then, we went downstairs to make this (12-year-old Caol Isla works nicely; next time, I'll omit the marshmallow and put the butter and whiskey in with the caramel. The caramel would be better as a toffee; actual sea salt crystals would be better than bacon; still, tasty and fun).
This morning we ran errands after breakfast, including a nice walk in the sunshine out to the shops. Joel repaired some of the trellis in the backyard, we did three loads of laundry and got to hang them up in the sunshine, and I made rabbit and sage stew for supper.
Gwen's in bed and I've got a few hours before I have to go to bed, so I can even work on my own stuff for awhile.
At some point, it wasn't really conscious, I switched over to the mentality that I just plan to not get anything done on weekends. Which means that some Sunday evenings I sit back and think "Wow, that was a pretty good weekend!"
Yesterday morning Gwen and I took Goldie over to the vet open surgery simply because he's still got a touch of diarrhea and I wanted to be sure it was just a result of stress/moving/surgery/injury etc. And the vet confirmed that, which was reassuring and totally worth 20GBP. Then after Thomas finished golfing he took me out to pick up Nucat, and Gwen and I spent much of the afternoon in my room with her, watching movies and being quiet and unobtrusive. Then, we went downstairs to make this (12-year-old Caol Isla works nicely; next time, I'll omit the marshmallow and put the butter and whiskey in with the caramel. The caramel would be better as a toffee; actual sea salt crystals would be better than bacon; still, tasty and fun).
This morning we ran errands after breakfast, including a nice walk in the sunshine out to the shops. Joel repaired some of the trellis in the backyard, we did three loads of laundry and got to hang them up in the sunshine, and I made rabbit and sage stew for supper.
Gwen's in bed and I've got a few hours before I have to go to bed, so I can even work on my own stuff for awhile.