Home Sweet Home

I'm back at home and have been since about 10:15 on Saturday. I really enjoyed my 3 days at Maggie's, it was relaxing and nice to have some just-me time. However, by the last day, I was feeling a bit lonely, which is new to me. I've always said I could live, by myself, with just me and some pups, no problem. Having 3 full days of wandering around Maggie's house with just Birdie and Buster to talk to illustrated that total alone time might not be all that satisfying. I missed Jimmy (go figure). Granted, I did get out and see and hang out with Mom, but for the most part, I was on my own. It's an interesting thing to figure out that what you thought about yourself isn't true. Deep, huh? 

Saturday was pretty chill. Jim and I had lunch at Shooters and then came home. I ended up getting a massive headache around 3:00 and had to nurse that for a few hours. Doug and Lauren wanted to get together for cards but I just wasn't feeling it. When I finally did start to recover, Cari, my other neighbor was in her driveway hanging so I went over there for a quick chat. She'd just returned from Columbus where she'd been for the day to attend her uncle's funeral. He shot himself earlier last week at the age of 67. There was some depression that he'd historically had but the family and his college buddies think there's a real possibility of CTE from repeated concussions when he played football in high school and college. So sad. 

Sunday was chill. I made a big breakfast and then took Scout on a walk and then took a long bike ride. I was going to mow the front yard (it's so long) but had run out of steam. Instead I took a bath. When I got out, Jim told me that his friend Les was on his way over to watch the Reds game. It was good to see him. He lives in San Francisco and has just left his job (he's a lawyer) and is taking a sabbatical and travelling. His mother's husband just died so he's here for just over a week, he'll then go to Chicago and the plan from there is to schedule a couple international trips. He's married but they're splitting up so he's in midst of starting to live a single life again. So interesting that dynamic. I sort of grilled him about it and he was cool with my questions. I wondered what it must be like living in his house right now with the both of them knowing things were over. I wondered if it was contentious. But then as we were sitting in my family room watching the Reds, Scout was draped over the couch arm just gazing at Les, and he was smitten with him. He took a picture and said, "I have to send this pic to Tanda (his wife)...she just loves a scruffy dog." So I guess they're still friends. People are weird. Or maybe they're not.

Today I have to take my car in for an oil change, tire rotation and then a recall on my fuel pump. Jim made the appointment for me and was supposed to find out how long the whole thing would take since I'll be waiting there but he forgot to ask. I'll ask when I get there and if the fuel pump takes too long, I'll have to pass for another time. 

I'm not sure what's for dinner tonight...maybe mahi mahi...I have it written down on my menu but I can remember and it's in my purse and I don't feel like getting up right now to check because in reality, I'm sure no one really cares. Maggie would care but she's probably not reading this as she's still in Belize. 

Okay, I'm out. I need to get in the shower and get ready to head to the dealership. Happy Monday! Later!