Some days I feel like I'm in the middle of a whirlwind and this was one of those days. I only remember sitting still for more than 10 minutes one time, when I was watching a movie with Michael.
I had an ugly message from an acquaintance on Facebook first thing this morning, chastising me for doing something I had no idea would upset her, loaning a book. I was so taken aback I couldn't even think what to say.
As I tried to get out the door this morning I had to clean up a yucky mess Coco had made in the front foyer, after harassing Michael about getting out of bed to put out the garbage cans. I told him to do it last night and he didn't, so I interrupted his sleeping late as a consequence.
My boss the attorney was in hearings most of the early part of the day but he left behind assignments and I had to get them done quickly and handle calls.
Then I get a call from Mother saying cousin Frank is coming to spend a few days with us. I knew he was coming in town but I thought we wouldn't see him until later in the week. Suddenly, I have to make sure his room and bath are clean, the house gets straightened up, and figure out what to fix to eat.
I leave the office to dash home and realize I have to stop and put gas in the car.
I get home and realize I HAVE to do laundry or I won't have any work clothes for tomorrow.
Frank comes in. I am trying to clean up the kitchen and visit with him.
Michael isn't feeling well and wants me to play board games, so I do that for a while, late this afternoon. He beats me in Sorry and Uno, and gloats.
Nobody can gloat like a 15 year old boy. He is Mr. Gloat. I tell him it's unattractive. He laughs.
He won't agree to play Othello because he knows I will kick his a** in that game.
Frank goes out to dinner with friends, and I catch up on emails while a loaf of banana bread bakes. Suddenly, it's after 7 and there's no dinner. I haven't even thought about dinner.
We have a horrific thunderstorm booming.
And on and on. You get my drift.
Somewhere in the midst of all that, I finished putting together my marinara sauce made from homegrown tomatoes, got Coco's cone off her and cleaned it thoroughly, and worked some more on my article about Chloe Taylor Brown.
Just before bed, Mike tells me his teeth hurt. So I wonder if his retainer needs adjusting.
Mother needs a prescription from CVS.
My hair looks weird. It bends funny right after a haircut.
I need to ponder meals for the week. Everything was planned but not Frank is here and we have to improvise a bit.
It never ends.
This is an old photo of cousin Frank sitting next to my aunt Myrtle at the Henry Grady Hotel sometime in the early 50's. Myrt is the one with the cute hat.
