As predicted, the weather took a turn for the nasty this weekend. That didn't stop us from venturing out to shop for furniture for around the fire pit any more than it stopped the Man-Cub and one of his friends from lighting a fire in the pit and enjoying marshmallows and smores on Friday night.
The weather also didn't stop The Teenager from traveling to Moab for a classic car show with her BFF, Bradlen and his grandparents. And, if you think that I didn't make as many jokes about them all eating off the senior menu as humanly possible, you don't know me at all.
Since the weather was so crappy, I focused on my indoor chores, cleaning and organizing as much as I could force myself to tackle. The house is fifty percent more acceptable for this coming weekend's prom and my anxiety level has ticked down by at least half a notch.
Speaking of that anxiety level, are you aware that May is only, like, four days away?
May is sure to be a roller coaster of emotions for me, and, I can predict that much with certainty, because; much like the weather, my emotions are mercurial, following an unpredictable pattern of generalized chaos for which I have no way to plan. I can only hope that I will experience as much joy at my only daughter's graduation as I will experience stress.
That's just the way I'm wired.
On the bright side, May is quickly followed by June, and, I already have a Girl's Weekend planned for June, so, there is much decompression to look forward to in the therapeutic embrace of old friends, wine, and fresh mountain air.
You know, assuming the state doesn't catch on fire again this year.