Back to the grind
Why do weekends have to end? Not only did I get all my chores done (mega-loads-of-laundry, Al and I washed every stitch of clothing we own it seemed) but Deuce and I went to Muir Beach on Saturday. I had never been (neither had he) and here’s the crazy part I realize I’ve basically been taking the dog sightseeing. He saw the Golden Gate Bridge the other day when we went to the Marina but he had never been over it hence the trip to Muir Beach. The drive had me white knuckling the steering wheel the whole way but it was worth it. This area has more beautiful vistas (That’s the only way I can describe them) than anywhere I have ever been. Now why do I take the dog sightseeing (Al had to work) because I want to see things but won’t make the effort for myself. Somehow having Deuce gives me the excuse. I use lots of things as excuses for me….I cook because Al needs a hot meal after work etc. I of course I deserve these things too but when I’m alone there’s a minimal of cooking and very little sightseeing. I work hard and deserve to sight see and have hot meals and Al does his part in cooking and taking me wherever I want but the question is why won’t I do these things for myself? I really don’t have a good explanation. I guess I need someone else to appreciate me doing those things and without that it’s not worth it to me. I need to work on my attitude.
Now back to why do weekends have to end. Couldn’t we have a day in between weekends so we can ease back to work. Okay I know we would use it like that at first and then we would just start having fun and need another day and then another and …well I guess if we look at it a different way… that’s why we have work, to break up the weekends! Personally, I think the break ups could be a little shorter. M 