We did most of the big chores for the week today. I got the new windshield for the poor, beleaguered Yaris. We got the NSAID for Momo, the poor tuxedo kitty. We got the stuff from the pharmacy. I took out the recycling. I grilled 5 pounds of meat. I made dinner. I did a load of dishes. Then I did another load of dishes.
I stood in the middle of the kitchen at all I had done and I said “Man. I wish it were Friday.”
The problem is that since this is the last non-crazy weekend for a while, we’re going to have to go everywhere. PetSmart. Costco. Trader Joe’s. Pick up all of the stuff that we might be tempted to go out and get next weekend or the weekend after that because, hey, it’s going to be crazy.
Which, given that everybody knows that next weekend is going to be crazy and they’re thinking the same thing that I’m thinking, this weekend is going to be crazy too. And everybody will be talking about how they are surprised that everything is so crowded because they thought that next weekend would be the big shopping weekend.
Which means that last weekend might have been the last non-crazy weekend. (But now that I think about it, last weekend was shockingly crowded too… my goodness… maybe we’ve achieved equilibrium. Maybe every weekend will be crazy. Forever.)
So, this weekend, we have to go all of the places listed above as well as the place we have to go every weekend (the grocery store) and, on top of that, hit up Village Inn and reserve a pie or three. (We’re in charge of the pie for Thanksgiving, you see.)
As such, then we have to not only get ready for the week to come, but the weekend to come because there ain’t no way I’m setting foot outside this here house come Thanksgiving weekend unless it’s to go to the grocery store for something that I can just rush through the self-checkout line (onion dip or something). We’re getting ready for the Holidays. Brace yourself.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is Wanderer above a Sea of Fog by Caspar David Friedrich. Image is in the public domain.)