On Monday, Maribou and I discussed how it was time for us to switch from sheets/blanket/blanket/top quilt to sheets/blanket/top quilt. We washed the lighter of the two blankets and put it in the closet.
So, of course, it snowed on Tuesday. And then again on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. Seriously, I went outside and there was an inch of snow on the car.
All that to say: My bad.
As for this weekend, our household is getting ready for Maribou to visit her bestie. It’s awesome that Maribou is able to visit her best friend. It’s awesome that I don’t have to go. But the week or so that I’ll be alone in the house with the kitties is a week or so that always starts out fairly fun (it’s nice to batch it for a day or so) and then slowly turns into a lonely chore.
Cooking for two can be fun.
Cooking for one devolves slowly from “yay, I can use ingredients that Maribou hates!” to “why am I putting so much effort into something that only I will be eating? Wouldn’t ‘utilitarian’ give just as much bang for a lot fewer bucks?”
So “Mexican Chicken Casserole” becomes “why don’t I just grill some chicken and put some salsa on it?”
But, in the meantime, we get to prepare for her absence (starting Monday) and get a week of doing stuff like making pepper bacon and cooking with onions.
This weekend also has a game night in it and Easter Sunday will be a day spent going over to my sister’s to eat a small feast and talk about the days when the boys still chased after plastic eggs filled with quarters and Reece’s Peanut Butter Eggs and hammering out the next time we get to do something like eat a small feast and stroll down memory lane.
And then a week or so of bachelorhood. I’m sure the first day and a half of that will be fun.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Big Primping”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
When I was married, or more recently when I had what was supposed to be an LTR, when my partner and I were separated for dinner, I’d say “Yay! I can make something she doesn’t like!” and then get lazy and go get sushi and she’d come home and be all, “You got sushi without me?”
N.b., I am waiting for sushi as I write.Report
I get today off (unusual for a “state” school) but I am in working on the promise that if I can finish the next big chunk of lecture stuff, I can take Saturday off.
I have to decide on something “special” to fix for an Easter meal. This is a tradition I used to have – make something more complicated than I normally eat.. I have the added difficulty of currently not having a dishwasher (mine broke back in 2021, and first, supply chain and home-repair issues kept me from getting a new one; currently I don’t have the money to and I resist going into credit card debt for something inessential like that). Also have generally been kind of “meh” about cooking lately, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the lack of a dishwasher, maybe it’s something else.
No going out for a meal is not going to be a thing; I am sure every family in town has snapped up every reservation and no restaurant nicer than McDonald’s wants to serve a solo diner on a big family-meal day. And there’s nowhere that delivers or sells acceptable semi-pre-made meals in my area.
Holidays like this – at least the secular parts of Easter – are hard when you’re a solo adult. You’re not a kid, so you don’t get an Easter basket or an egg hunt. If you don’t have kids, you don’t get to do things for them. If you don’t have a partner…..well, I think of all the years my dad would buy my mom an orchid corsage for Easter.
I do find that since the pandemic being able to mark “special” days has mattered more to me, while it’s also ironically harder to do so (first: not being able to be out doing things and then later supply chain issues and now, finally, some post-pandemic malaise/lack of volition on my part).Report