Sunday again....geesh.

You know, some days just go more smoothly than others.  I went to bed last night relatively cross and tired.  The damn hormones Ernie takes can make his temper flare sometimes in new and interesting ways.  Now mind you…the man has a temper of his own so I don’t blame the hormones for everything but as any woman knows….hormones can push you over the edge sometimes. And when he gets irrational---insisting the meat from the grill had been on long enough and the fire was very hot when the meat was still half raw…..I mean, did he have some new and rare heat-impervious meat?......I blame it on the hormones and he should count himself lucky that I do so.  Anyway  I woke up and reminded Owen that we were going to church to see Father Joe wear the vestments that Debbie gave him and he gave me an “I KNOWWWW” and thus the mood for the morning was set.  Getting Owen to get ready in the morning is a one of mankind’s major challenges.  Eventually I dragged a remorseful Owen off to church, racing my little minivan down University Avenue so we wouldn’t be late.  Church was fine although all I could do was sit and think about how I could escape from the whole household that afternoon.  Halfway through the mass Owen asks where the bathroom is.  Groan.  I asked him if he could hold it and he nodded and said very earnestly, “for another minute or so.”  So we took off looking for a bathroom, finally found it and managed to get back to our pew right before communion.  I got a picture of Owen with Father Joe but it doesn’t show the vestment off too well-----sorry Debbie.

We went over to the parish center for coffee and doughnuts although I don’t know why I say that---my father was the only one that had coffee.  Owen had a doughnut and chocolate milk and I had the big cream filled doughnut type thing that Owen had suggested for me because he had put his hand all over it---and a glass of milk.  Owen drove me crazy and wasn’t quite as charming as I would have liked when someone I knew came over to chat.  Ah well.  We headed off to my mother’s house to do her grocery shopping.  We walked in and the place reeked of the cats’ litterbox.  Evidently her homecare person hadn’t gotten to it this week.  So I went into the kitchen and my mother told me there was a bird in the house.  This is not what I was in the mood for.  Mom suggested I use a plastic grocery bag to catch it.  Huh?  Eventually I did try that because I couldn’t find a damn thing else to use.  Of course the bird just flew at me and I screamed and the poor bird was terrified.  Then I found a wicker trash can and tried to scoop it up in that---it managed to get away but flew towards the door I had propped open. O-kaaaaaay.  Cleaned the litterbox and started going over the shopping list with my mother.  I was feeling mildly irritable so when she started telling me that she couldn’t afford hummus I tried to say that she HAD to have food and food costs money….all of a sudden Owen yelled, “HEY…she’s your mother.”  “Yeah?  I know,” I said and then he continued, “well she’s your mother so she’s the boss of you and the boss of her house and you were using a voice like you were the boss of her.”   I was struck silent.  Owen and my mother both gave me pleased smiles so I said, “o.k…..I’m going to the store and the pharmacy and left.”  He was right.  He was definitely right.

Finished running around, said good bye and Owen and I went home.  I was exhausted and needed awhile to recover.  Poor Ernie tried to get me into a good mood to no avail.  Finally we wrestled the guys into the car and went and got paint samples at Lowe’s.  I hate Lowe’s.  The paint guy was patently stupid and not even amusingly stupid enough to recount here.  I got confused by the pool chemicals and the boys were being less than enthusiastic.  We got home and put some samples of Indiana Clay and Ripe Persimmons on the wall.  We’re sitting outside now and I think my mood is finally lightening.  Tomorrow is a busy day at work with my boss back for the first time in a month.  Maine is not far off…our van needs work….the boys are pissed at me for not letting them watch tv or play on the computer right now.  Eh well. Another Sunday.

Here's my first harvest of my pole beans....they were AMAZINGLY beany!!  So all is not bad.....