For the first time in a *LONG* time, Maribou is going on vacation. Not to visit family, not to hang out with the bestie. We talked about it and the last time this happened was something like 2018 or 2019. So she’s off galivanting in Montreal to visit the place where she spent her post-adolescent, pre-marriage existence. You know: Speaking French, eating poutine, voting for some obscure 5th Party.
She’s sending pictures of stuff like pancakes next to baked beans and some abominable dish that seemed to center on chicken and peas. Ah, well. I am reminded that there’s a reason we don’t have any Canadian restaurants in town.
So, for this weekend, I’m batchin’ it. I finished up my work week and I reached the point where I need X from Bob and Y from Dave and both have said that I won’t get it until Monday at the earliest.
Which means that Friday is the perfect day for a day off. I’m going to use it to do chores and errands and go to Costco to get a pizza and Maribou said that she’d like me to make some sweet potato stew for her return next week and I’m going to go pick up the ingredients for that. At the same time, I’m going to get in my “pepper bacon” baking and make sure that I have six pounds of pepper bacon in the fridge to get me to August (she’s not a fan of letting me bake it when she’s likely to be in the house in the next 24 hours, you see).
And if I do everything on Friday, then that means that I DON’T HAVE TO DO *NOTHIN* ON SATURDAY.
Which is, if you ask me, the goal. I can devote more time to Expedition 33 and telling the kitties “I miss her too but biting my hand while I’m trying to sleep won’t get her back any more quickly.”
Oh, and I suppose it’s about time to set up the AC in the bedroom. It’s been raining every day and so it’s been in the low 60s and we haven’t come close to needing it… but when the rainy season ends, we’re going to find ourselves needing the AC very, very badly in a very, very short period of time. Avoid the cranky now, reap the rewards later.
And then back to work on Monday.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is six pounds of pepper bacon. It was on sale. Heck yeah. Photo taken by Jaybird.)
This weekend is the “grand reopening” (after their move a few doors down to a bigger space) of the closest thing I have to a local yarn shop (about 35 miles away), so that’s Saturday morning. I don’t NEED anything but I want to see what new lines they are carrying and it’s nice to be out where there might be other knitters (usually when I’ve gone in the past it’s just me, or one or two other shoppers – I don’t usually make it for the knit-nights or festival days because of work and not wanting to drive the interstate after dark).