Saturday Bekah took off early to Hoe-zona on a mission with her siblings and I was left to my own devices. I was having a very ADD day. I was bouncing all over the place and couldn’t stay focused on one thing long enough to complete a task. It literally took me 2 hours to leave the house. I’d tried for 2 hours. No joke. When I did leave the house with my 4 task at hand I diverted to the Lily park and then from that I got lost.
The park was kind of pathetic. Only 3 Lily’s in bloom. I wonder, did the tanks completely freeze over during the winter storm like peoples pools did? How many plants did they lose if that is the case. That saddens me. I remember what it looked like 2020. Of course I do. It was a refuge when we first went on lockdown. I went their often. It’s a place I found peace. I was somewhat depressed. I missed my people. My routine. Lord, it’s been a f***ing year. Before I digress (pretty sure I did), the park was off to a hard start. The bluebonnets were killing it though. I located a few pink ones. Rare and beautiful. Not a lot else was in bloom.
From there I wondered downtown. For an hour. I really deviated from the course of my day. A peacock caught my eye. From there I just wondered around looking at various art & the outdoors. My head was in the clouds. I saw some pretty beautiful water fowl. Something relaxing about watching the ducks, or am I alone? When I was a little boy, younger than my nephew Teddy is now, my grandparents would take me to a pond to feed the ducks. I loved that about our visits. I got such a kick out of watching the quacking birds. I wanted to hold them, but of course that never happened. To this day, sadly, I’ve never held a duck. I’m still captivated by the little critters.
Once back on course I made my rounds around town. My main mission was to get some plants for the yard. Sadly, I had a good deal of replacing to do. F***ing polar vortex. So I hit up a few locations and I found some but not much for variety. Worker said the supply chain was greatly impacted by that blast. I’m sure it was. Green houses lost all power for days. I spruced up the patio & front porch a little. I did the same last year. With the fear of imminent lockdown I wanted my outdoor space to be pretty and soothing on the mind. It’s amazing what some plants will do for a place.
Next up was an attack on the HEB. I planned a dinner my mother would make. God, it had been years. I’m not even sure why I thought of it. The store was a breeze. But…. I guess the siblings decided to have sibling night. Completely understand. What a day they must have had. So I was back to square one on dinner. Screw it.
My main indecision for the day was lunch. My indecision. I know it drives Bekah crazy. Some days I just can’t. Nothing is concrete. It drives me f***ing batty. I fretted over what the hell I was to eat. Out of f***ing nowhere something popped up! Street Eats!! Thank the heavens. I called it in and I drove. You have no idea how satisfied I was. Barrio Barria. That dipping broth was heavenly.
I chilled on the couch and watched a movie I’d been hearing about. “Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist.” It was cute and not bloated like so many movies seems to be these days. At an hour and a half. That’s unheard of. I now know the origin of “It’s Friday pumpkin!” lol. I must finish by saying that Michael Cera looks like a f***ing lizard. A chameleon to be specific. When I watch him I keep waiting for that long tongue to whip out and eat someone else on screen . Not sure about that guy.
So what the hell was I going to do for dinner for myself? I had chicken thigh, broccoli, and I’m not sure why, microwave rice. I don’t eat that s***. Panda Express orange sauce. I made a bowl!!! It was delish. And I went into a diabetic coma. Oops. I needed insulin.
The remainder of the evening I spent outside on the patio fighting the wind or inside on the couch watching whatever I could find. I decided to play bartender. I made drinks and I poured heavy but I never really reached the state of inebriation that I was longing for. I was up late and still it eluded me. Overall it was a jolly good time. Drinking alone is frowned upon, I know. Somehow solitary boozing has been stigmatized as a sign someone is slipping. I feel that every once in a while it’s needed. It’s a good way to find that inner you. Let the booze be the moderator to the conversation you have with yourself. All distractions are set aside. Tap that subconscious mind.
Happy Saturday!!!! Hope you all had a nice one!
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