This weekend was a weird one. With Rudi being gone, I’d anticipated it being full of sleeping late and eating junk food and watching Jane Austen movies. But with the ceiling leak (it turns out the upstairs neighbor’s dishwasher had gone bad), I had to change some things around.
I did a lot more cleaning this weekend than I’d planned (too bad there’s still so much of it left to do!). Sadly, none of it was laundry, because the washing machine broke on Wednesday night and the promised repair technician from the machine rental company has not yet materialized.
I didn’t attend either the protest march or the craft fair in the neighborhood, but I did get to the Rock Creek Kings concert in the park. I also returned some books to the library, hit up two grocery stores and the farmers market, bought some flowers at the garden center AND planted them, and went swimming. Given the pool closes for the season next Monday, I should probably make an effort this week to wrap up my days on time and get in half an hour on the non-stormy evenings.
And there was pretty much no tv or movies of any kind all weekend. But I did knit some. I finished a book and started another. And I squeezed in some work, because I have new people starting this week and I’m behind on deadlines, and I just needed to put a dent in things so I could stop feeling so stressed.
Since today was spent cleaning and hanging around the apartment while our handyman worked first upstairs and then in the Burrow, tomorrow I’m going to spend the day more widely afield, including at the farmers market and at the pool.
I’m also going to sleep in, in my bed, rather than on the couch, like I did last night, in case the water dripping through the ceiling light decided to cause an electrical fire. (It did not.)
(I have banged on the upstairs neighbor’s door (but I think she may be away), left phone & text messages for the landlord & handyman, and emailed all neighbors in the building. Pretty sure I’m out of good options until morning…)
Thursday morning early, Rudi flies out west. He’s going to spend the next two weeks working on starting the process of emptying his mom’s house in preparation for selling it. (She moved into assisted living earlier this year.) He’ll come home for a couple weeks and then head back again. I’ll probably join him for a week on his next go-round, and then do another week later on, too, since he’s an only child and tackling this largely by himself.
It’s the start of a necessary pattern, but one that’s going to require a lot of energy from both of us this fall. Keep us in your thoughts.
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