What is your favorite way to de-stress on a Sunday?
I was going to write about last Sunday when I spent the day at Kennywood with Henry, Chooch, Blake and Alisha, but all I want to do today is watch the Degrassi marathon, listen to Seaweed and Jawbox, and paint. I’m coming off the tailend of a long and stressful week & my brain has exclamation marks, asterisks and ampersands ricocheting around (and there’s an umlaut doing something strange over by the temporal lobe) and I think that means it wants me to shut it off for a little while. The (very few) moments I have time alone, I catch myself zoning out and staring open-mouthed at the wall. I’m starting to think the best place for me is a cabin in an isolated forest where no one but a deranged man with a hacksaw can find me. I’d even take a beach at this point, and I am SO NOT a beach person.
Also, our neighbors are having a birthday luau for their daughter and it has been going on all the livelong day. At one point, I glanced out the kitchen window while painting (that’s my studio, you know) and spotted some haggard-looking broad sitting under the party tent that Henry helped set up because he’s always so eager to help everyone else but god forbid I should ask him to do a single thing for me and expect it to be done.
So I point out the window and go, “Who’s that lady?” and Henry goes, “That’s Renee, that’s the one whose birthday it is.” Now, I know my eyes are bad, but I always thought that Renee was much younger than me, so I’m a little confused at this point.
“How old is she?” I ask, and Henry informed me that she just turned 24.
She looks much older than me, and I’m about to be thirty in a month. I mentioned this to Henry, and added that she seems to act much older than me, as well.
“Sweetheart,” Henry started, as he braced my shoulders with his meat-paws, “everyone acts older than you.”
I’m growing bored with this blog.