This past weekend was so quiet, and I really enjoyed it.
Sean and Ceilidh were gone away for Saturday night. They left with their Cadet Corps to go to CFB Borden and do some winter survival, which seems to include making a snow cave, setting up arctic tents and snow shoeing, all of which they loved.
And while they were out in the great white north, experiencing the Canadian Outdoors at it’s coldest, I was at home tucked up under a blanket on my sofa watching Cranford, Lost in Austen and Zack and Miri Make a Porn. I also watched The Wrestler, which I have to admit I wasn’t completely giddy for. It seems to be a sentimental movie for older men, the kind of guy who’s had glory days and knows what it’s like to look back and wonder what would have happened if they’d taken that other path instead of the one that the chose. At least that’s how it seemed to me.
Yup, I feel it was a productive weekend, and it was super enjoyable one because I didn’t have the sounds of the kids bickering back and forth in the background. Very pleasant indeed.
This morning I woke up with a terrible headache, but I forced myself to push on through it and get the kids ready for school, and ended up working myself right into a full blown migraine. It was awful, I really thought that I might die at one point. But lucky for me the kids left and I was able to lie down in a dark silent room for a bit and the stupid head cleared up and I was able to get up and get myself to work, where I was pleased to discover I was working with Melissa for a bit.
And let me tell you, she was fun to be with tonight. I teased her a bit, and we laughed and actually sang some songs together. Songs by Queen, Kansas, Styx and I can’t remember the others. I don’t know why we were singing, we were cleaning up and these songs just popped into my head and the next thing I knew I was singing them and she was joining in. One customer who was waiting until the time was up to pick up his daughter actually came over and listened to us singing, I don’t know if he enjoyed it or if he was traumatized by our voices.
But sing we did and I enjoyed myself, and that’s all I care about really!