I actually got most of what I wanted to get done accomplished today. Kenny and I walked the dogs across town for Ollie to get his rabies shot. (A nice down hill the whole way there . . . home was another story.) On the way back, we had to walk through a pack of cross-toting elderly who were standing in front of the planned parenthood office. There was a nun, in her costume, too. As we walked through them, I said, “Come on Lilly, we’re not that kind of people.” It made me angry, and made me walk faster. I wanted to go back . . . to walk any girls in. Perhaps I would have brought my pitbulls. And my neighbors’ dogs. (There are two more pits on my block.) I have just as much right to tell them they are wrong, as the have the right to say what they want. All I could think of was that episode of Beavis and Butthead where the people were marching in front of the abortion clinic shouting “Whores! Fornicators!”
But . . . I shouldn’t judge them . . . I’m better than that. 😉
And . . . Kenny and I went to the grocery store, got food for the weekend (he’s in charge of the weekly shopping for a while). We ran into an old (from my bookstore days) friend, which was BEYOND lovely. Like a breath of fresh, familiar air. We had a yummy lunch. I picked up the dog poop in the yard . . . thank you for a nice day that didn’t leave the poop frozen to the ground. I took the Christmas lights down off the front porch, and my little neighbor called me over, to show me how she could read a book to me. She was so proud! That lights up my heart. 🙂 Kenny made fish and chips (DIVINE!) for dinner, then I finished off the last of his mixed-nut brittle, and now I’m back to power-eating clementines to try to fend off the plague that has siezed everyone at work. I *will* be the healthy one. Dammit.
I got the laundry done, and actually put away. Oh, and I did the dishes, and cleared off some of the dining room table. And vacuumed the living room after Kenny trimmed the dogs’ nails. And I dusted my nightstand.
Tomorrow I want to take the tree down and put the inside decorations away. AND . . . my mom’s oratorio concert is in the afternoon, and Kenny is making tuna steak for dinner.
A nice end to a stressful week, and, hopefully, a nice beginning to a better one.