With me returning to work Monday for the first time in 8 weeks this feels like the real thing again. I mean, when you have no real obligations everyday the idea of the weekend is kind of lost. Also, it’s not like life is back to normal. I only work Monday & Wednesday for a total of 8 hours. That’s not s***.
Saturday morning I languished in bed till after 9:30. FaceTime w/ Slovak tends to have this affect on one. Surprisingly the dogs let me sleep in. When I did eventually return to the world of the living I was pleasantly surprised by how brisk it was outside. The prior nights storms brought a refreshing cool to the air.
Connie, my sister-in-law came over for lunch and drinks. They made a run for supplies and came back with a bundle. While drinks were being made I began work on some ahi tuna street tacos.
Ahi street tacos were delicious. I used store bought plain Jane taco seasoning. I was hesitant but it payed off. Who would have known taco seasoning on tuna would work. For toppings it was radish, cilantro, cabbage, mango pico & sriracha Mayo. (Disclaimer: I don’t like mango but I think it works with pico on certain fish.). Again with the fresh tortillas. Everyone enjoyed lunch.
With the high being in the 70s we spent most of the remaining day outside. The ladies sunbathed while I just kind of did my thing. Bekah went full bartender mode. I figured for the worst. All that pineapple juice is a belly ache waiting to happen. Also, am I cooking dinner? All this booze is going to impair me quick if I’m not careful. I mean, I thought Saturday would be the chill day. I didn’t have them planned for party mode. F***ing hell!
So a day of drinks. I was suppose to cook… What for dinner? Pizza!! I’m happy with the decision. Relax and say f*** it! Lily’s again. Can’t go wrong.
The evening concluded with us outside enjoying the lovely weather. With a full day of drinking behind them, the ladies did not last. One by one they succumbed to the willful temptation of sleep. Rather than stay up on my own as I would usually do, I also considered it a night not long after. What else was a boy to do?
Sunday funday? I don’t think that was the case for anyone initially. I took stock and left the ladies for my weekly grocery run. The store wasn’t packed but the number of people wearing mask was low. It’s like everyone has given up. Had enough. Who cares. It’s behind us. Uh, no it isn’t. We had the most positive cases in Texas yesterday since this thing began. I hate to say it and hope that I’m proven wrong, but I think we might be f***ed.
Upon my return I acknowledge that Bekah seemed to be feeling better. Oh, she has had a drink. Shocked was I. We began what would possibly be the most decadent brunch yet. Waffle grilled cheese breakfast sandwiches. I made the waffles, she did the eggs & bacon. American & cheddar cheese. Maple syrup & tabasco. Insulin and a walk was required. This was a fabulous meal. If it didn’t hurt me so, I’d be content with this every morning.
Well that meal required a walk. I was about a block from the house when I hear an unlikely voice yelling my name. When I turned around I briefly thought to myself that my blood sugar must have really peaked. No way what I was seeing could be real. Well guess what? It was certainly real. The motherf***ing Llama!!! Yes, that sight for sore eyes seems to be living right up my f***ing street. F*** me!!! We shared pleasantries in the blistering sun for what felt like a f***ing eternity too long. I was defeated. Life is a big f***ing joke.
You must excuse the fouls language. I was put off by the unexpected encounter. Of all the faces I desire to see that wasn’t one. After my walk I threw cation to the wind and made a drink. I was to meal prep for Bekah & myself. She was busy cleaning the house with a buzz so it was my duty to grill 4 pounds of chicken thigh. While in the midst of this adventure my blood sugar decided to drop below safe levels. The joyful life of a diabetic.
For dinner we mixed comfort w/ classy? I don’t know. Felt like something I would have made in college. My younger self had great taste. Combine steak with Mac? Heck yeah! I wanted steak and Mac & Cheese was perfect for the wife. It was a pretty great cap of meal for the evening. For the weekend. Both very satisfied.
Another weekend behind us. I hope you all had a great one and the following week is a delight. Cheers!!!
En Fuego 