Zman has been unwell this week so I have been catching the bus. Or the train. Whichever takes my fancy at the time. Or is it bus in the morning and train in the afternoon?
Sitting on the train platform at my home station, I was day dreaming at the overhead bridge. Suddenly it dawned on me that Hey! There is a very subtle leaf pattern on the metal. Goodness knows how long it's been there. I'd have photographed it, but I only have a phone camera. I doubt it would pick out the detail. Ah well.
I hate the way handbags suddenly become heavy. It's like gravity just reaches out randomly and hangs on. My bag feels heavy today. Heavier than it should. I think I cleared out two tonnes of old paper and receipts and things yesterday. I decide I need my glasses and I can't find them. Grubbing around in the bottom of my handbag I find ... a tin of spaghetti. No wonder my bag felt heavy. That was destined for my work stash. Silly me!
The bus is quiet this morning. It usually is. People don't often talk to each other on public transport. At least, regular commuters don't seem to. Plenty of noise and chatter on weekends on the trains though I've notice. Oh, and when school lets out. You don't want to catch a bus or train when it's to or from school time! The volume of noise fair makes your head explode.
At least the trains know how to do it right. The first and last carriages are 'quiet zones'. Which means shhhh! Library quiet please! I like those.
But I digress! The bus is quiet and suddenly we leave the motorway. Wha?? This isn't right. Muttering and murmuring from the passengers. We travel this way for a while then stop in traffic. The driver takes the opportunity to turn and tell us that the motorway is blocked and we have to find an alternate route. Sometimes I think microphones in the bus would be helpful.
And it happens on the day I want to be early for work. Ah well. I take the short route and still arrive earlier than I would if I'd travelled with Zman. Yay! If only bus work wasn't so expensive!
I work from home again on Friday. I could like this gig but it's still too tempting to nap in the afternoon. I haven't succumbed to the temptation yet though.
Saturday I feel I need to tidy the house. We are having a barbeque tonight. Just a small one. We tidy the house and everything is ready not long before guests are due to arrive. Zman arrives first, around 6.30pm. I am busy watching a documentary about the Jack Daniels distillery. I don't mind if everyone is late!
The food is plentiful and the conversation and drinks flow well. Zman is still sick so doesn't drink. That makes half of us still sober. Everyone has gone except Mr K who is sleeping over. They continue to party on. At 11pm I am ready to close up my end of the house. Mr K is into his music and is still kicking on. It's a little loud. The Elder kneels on the floor in front of a box near the cat's water bowl. She announces very carefully, I shall be sick in this bucket. I think she's playing. What? I shall be sick in this bucket, she repeats. Wait, what? No you can't. That's a box. Well, box then. I shall be sick in this box. No you can't. It has no bottom. You go to the toilet. Ah, she says and makes slow progress on her knees in that direction. I tell her to get up. Get Mr K for me she asks. Why? In case I can't get up myself. She pulls herself up the wall and makes it the last few feet. She lowers herself to the floor and that's where I leave her...
Sunday is a sleep in. As much as I sleep in. The Elder staggers out to join me in the kitchen. Nup, she says. I'm still pissed. She staggers back off to bed.
There isn't a lot to tidy up, the girls bought most of it in last night. I break my rule and reheat the sausages, rissoles and bacon in the oven and serve them for lunch. Rarely if ever do I keep and reheat left over barbequed meat. There is just enough left for the four of us.
The couch beckons for the afternoon and I nap until it's time to start dinner. French onion soup, with shredded lamb added. I sample the beef stock while it cools and waits to be added. It's totally delicious and I can't wait to sample the soup proper.
It's worth the wait. Very worth the wait. Roll on winter so I can have this again!
3 comments:
wow, what a week. public transport often makes for interesting people observations hey.
I wonder why the youth of today (and probably yesterday I guess) feel they have to drink to excess? But then, I was never into it, so I just don't get it. I told Dobby that when she gets drunk and makes a fool of herself, I'm gonna be there with a camera and it WILL end up on the web :-)
I'm nice like that...
Thinking about nursing? DO IT!! Noone goes into nursing for the money but it is the best job in the world.
If you work from home you can take an afternoon nap. Statistics show you become more productive after one. Then just work a little later: as long as you put in your time, so what if it's broken up and not straight?
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