Posts Tagged ‘lazy’

I have spent the last few days utterly alone and devoid human contact, except for one less then 5 minute encounter and a 10 hour work shift. It all started about ohhhh, 9 am-ish on Thursday when I felt my hubby cuddle up against me and give me kisses in half awake sleeping state.  I knew he was saying good-bye, but my sleepy, work worn, number numbed mind couldn’t function at that point, the most I was able to say was “I love you, baby.” and promptly pass-out again.  I did get up several hours later to get ready for my last shift of the week and had plenty of human interaction then… to a point.  One has to work hard and ensure a good paycheck these days.

When I got home about 5 am in the morning from my shift, I proceeded to play Facebook games and watch a couple shows on Hulu.com.  I had each one of my three cats take turns snuggling in my lap (Star Baby), on my chest (Charlie), and draped on one arm (Marble).  I did eventually crash in bed for several before getting up again.  I spent some time trying to pull my sleep fogged brain back in to reality.  After which I decided that I was going to be a series of vegetables for the weekend… a radish, a sweet potato, and a turnip… in that order.  Why? I knew I was going to be alone until Saturday night, so I figured I would spend the time being in a lazy, vegetative state.  I did become mildly human around about 3 am to scrap off my car of icy frost for a gas station run for a king size Reese’s PB cups, a bag of Hawaiian Onion chips, and 2 cans of Coke-cola. That’s were my 5 minute encounter came in when the gas station lady asked me the typical questions like “debt or credit” and “you want a bag?”  (Thankfully the girl working wasn’t the former security guard co-worker that’s is working there, else I would’ve been there for a whole day listening to her talk).

At one point late Friday or early Saturday, which ever works for you, I “felt” this presence in my basement, which of course was pitch black.  It kind of creep me out because last weekend Scott had gotten really drunk and was down there for awhile. When he came back up he told me was talking to a “spirit” down there.  Well, I closed the basement door, of course. It usually remains open because it’s all the landing area for the back door.  A few hours later I opened it back up to check the backdoor lock and the “presence” was right there… in the form of my fat, black cat, Charlie! Thank you for freaking your mama out!

I spent Saturday still being lazy, but debating if I shouldn’t do SOME cleaning, but I decided not to.  At this point I was getting mildly lonely and really missing my hubby, Scott. So I waited and waited for him to come home.   About half hour or so before he did get home, all 3 cats started going crazy… dancing up in the windows, meowing at me, attacking each other, chasing each other madly, and so forth.  He comes in the backdoor and they all promptly settle down and look at him in “surprise”, like “were you been?”  Naturally, they got up and started sniffing him, taking in all the outdoor smells… smoke from camp fire, fall leaves, tree bark, cigarette smoke, various animals like deer, squirell, and birds, not to mention the stink of group of men who went unwashed for 3-4 days.

My hubby looked SO tired when he got home from his hunting trip with his dad, oldest brother, and their hunting buddies.  So tired he couldn’t get his gear off and his hands were almost purple.  I took it all off for him, even his stinky socks, then made him a couple sandwiches, and got him into bed.  He told me he did have deer in sight, but it was gone by the time he got his rifle situated.  Even so, one of his hunting buddies, Jack,  got 2 deer and offered him one to take home.  Scott would have but we don’t have the money to pay the butcher ourselves.  They agreed that Jack would take care of it and my hubby would go pick it up from my father-in-law’s later.  Jack also gave Scott a big stick of spicy deer sausage (yes, that sounds dirty, go with it… LOL).

This is my second year being a hunter’s wife.  I don’t mind it one bit.  He gets a guy weekend and I get some extend, mindless “me time”.  At one point this weekend, while searching for a cat, I discovered my hubby had forgotten his hunting jacket, which is one reason he was tired and cold.  I really was hoping he would get his first deer, one a stag. I was going to turn the antlers into something like a candle holder, a light fixture, or a decorative, reusable seasonal piece. Oh, well… next year.  Next year I want to plan my weekend a little better, have extra cash to maybe go to the movies (I was going to go to a local concert, but no funds this time). Maybe I could make it a “girl weekend”… but what I have no clue.

It’s been fun and lazy weekend for both of us, in our own way. Now we go back to being “human” together.

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