Do you ever feel
cranky and not really know why or what’s going on? That was me last night.
Definitely out of sorts. And that was the last thing I wanted to be. My oldest
son, Colin, was here on business for two days, and I was so looking forward to
visiting.
He didn’t get here
until 10:30 Wednesday night, so we had a brief visit before we both went to
sleep. He was up at 5:30—I managed to say good morning, and that was all, and
he left for work at 7:30. A Fort Worth-based company has bought the one he
works for—how lucky is that? —and he was here for meetings. Last night, we
planned family dinner. I was going to make chicken in a creamy, sun-dried
tomato sauce—doesn’t that sound yummy? A recipe I really want to try—but Christian
had defrosted a post roast two days earlier, figured out no one would be around
to eat it, and by Thursday said he had to cook it. So we had pot roast—a nice
meal for a visiting son/brother/uncle.
Only Colin texted
to say he had to go to dinner with a couple of guys from the office. He didn’t
think he’d be late because he told them he wanted to hang out with his family.
At nine he texted to say they’d just left the office for dinner, at a downtown
Mexican restaurant he couldn’t name. (He’s a wonderful boy, but not always
observant.) He got home at 10:30, and by then I was cranky and sleepy, for
undiagnosed reasons. I sat and visited for a while, even managed to scold him
for messing with my remote thermostat—a scolding he did not take gracefully.
Then I went to bed, and left Colin to visit with his sister.
This morning, the
world looked much brighter. About 6:30 I apologized to Colin, and he said he
shouldn’t have been so sharp about the thermostat but he honestly did think he
was capable of dealing with it. We both sat on the edge of my bed and had a
good talk about family, faith, my recovery, when I can drive, all kinds of
things. He is so good for my sanity…and for my soul.
A much better day.
Jordan and I went to lunch with friend Subie, and Jordan enjoyed it, said she
hoped we’d invite her again which we will. We had planned to go to the grocery,
but she started her day off badly—strenuous workout on no breakfast and then
the heat got her. She needed to come home and lie down. So that’s what we did.
I feel like hanging a sign around my neck that says, “See how flexible I can be
about groceries? Yay for me!”
Tonight I’m home
still proofing that novel, but also playing with recipe ideas in my head.
Instead of cooking, I cleaned out leftovers that needed to go, froze a bit of
salmon loaf, and made a sandwich of last night’s roast. I love cold roast beef
sandwiches, and this had great flavor—he cooked it with cream of mushroom soup
and who knows what else.
Long weekend
looms. Maybe it will all be great. Happy Fourth, everyone. I’m going to count
my blessings and avoid crank moods.
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