Monday, Nov. 24, 2003 - 10:34 a.m.
Greetings,
It’s Monday morning and I’m on my second cup of coffee. It’s very chilly outside today (well, it’s in the 50s which is chilly for New Orleans) and I actually wore my grey and black sweater AND my leather trench coat to work this morning. I also put the heat on in the car after I dropped Thomas the Hot Blooded off on the Westblank.
Only three days to work this week before taking off for North Carolina on Thursday morning. Yay!
Enough jabbering about today, I think I’ll go back in time to the weekend.
Weekend rambling starts here!
Friday:
After work, I sat in the lobby of my building reading a library book waiting for Thomas to scoot across the Dixie Gates. Unfortunately he missed the bus, but he did end up getting a ride from a co-worker so shortly after 6 p.m. we were heading out of the parking garage and home towards Crescentwood.
Once there I straightened up the house a bit and then poured myself a glass of champagne in my yellow fluted champagne glass. (Yellow is for Friday.)
I retreated to my Study where I listened to the Unholy Trinity (“Libera me” from the Interview soundtrack, “Rakim” DCD and “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” Bauhaus) and ushered in the weekend.
I took the first sip of champagne when the child began to sing, “Libera Me” which is something of a weekend tradition of mine started way back when I lived in Connecticut and would play these three songs to officially kick off my weekend every Friday night.
I no longer do this every Friday night – in fact I can’t remember the last time I did this. It could be a first for Crescentwood. I just felt in the mood to reach backwards and reconnect with my past.
It was sublime with all my candles glowing and my lavender lava lamp morphing away on John’s old bookcase/altar.
Afterwards I took a long hot shower in the dark and then made Hamburger Helper before settling down to a viewing of “Dunwich Horror” with Tommy.
Yog Sothoth!
Saturday:
Tom got up around 7:30 to get ready to go to a co-workers house to help install a new OS on her PC and I rolled out of bed around half an hour later to make coffee and start the (weekly) House Beautiful Cleaning Project.
Tom didn’t end up going for various techno geek reasons and I didn’t really start cleaning until the afternoon. The morning passed drinking coffee and reading books and I think there was an episode of “Changing Rooms” in there as well. It’s just such a blur two days later.
Oh, I did talk to my mother on the phone for an hour and to my father via IM for about half an hour. We are making the final preparations for Thanksgiving.
This yearly trip is so much fun. Tommy looks forward to it as much as I do which is quite a switch from my ex husband who used to bitch and moan about leaving his elderly folks alone for two days (as long as he would stay).
I don’t know why I insisted he come for at least Thanksgiving and the day after because I was always so relieved and happy to drop his ass off at the airport so he could return home on the Saturday after Thanksgiving and I could spend the next five or six days alone with my parents and the dogs, but anything in the name of Family Unity I guess. Or something. I was young and idealistic. Plus I think I wanted him to do at least one goddamn thing with my family a year to sort of even out the 9,329,467 interminable dinners per year at his parents’ house where they jabbered in Italian for four hours and practically ignored me. Blah.
Anyway, I am majorly digressing. Let’s just say that you couldn’t pry Tom away from the back porch at my parents’ house to go home any earlier than we already do. When we have three weeks vacation again, I plan to extend my visits to a week like I used to. I know Tommy will be right there with me.
Anyway, Crescentwood was clean and sparkling in time for me to indulge in a glorious hot bath. I sipped champagne and traced the four corners of the room with my eyes and let my thoughts drift. Then I donned the dreaded Brother and Sister Animal Print caftan and journeyed out to the kitchen for more champers before watching Ab Fab.
Ken and talked for quite a while as I rocked in my rocking chair in my Study by candlelight. The couple who recently moved in next door got married Saturday night and Tommy saw their twin limos pull up to the door, but I was flitting about doing something caftan-y and missed it.
I’m getting rather proficient at making “homemade” pizzas and I will never go back to frozen again. I think next time I will branch out to peppers on my half as well as onions and pepperoni. Yum.
Tom joined me for a viewing of “Carnival of Souls” as the autumn scented Coven Candles burned down on the mantle in the dining room.
When I return from North Carolina, I will buy the Christmas Coven Candles. A red one for me, a green one for John and a white one for Tommy. Suitably seasonally scented of course.
Sunday:
Coffee and books in the morning followed by a lively IM session with John which morphed into an audio IM session with lots of feedback. The ringing whine of this feedback sounded eerily like the birds cawing in “Dunwich Horror” whenever somebody in the Whately family died. While atmospheric, it tended to put a damper on the conversation.
Tommy opened up his Chamber window to let in the cool river breeze and afterwards we watched some episodes of “Friends”, a “Leave It to Beaver” followed by two episodes of “The Office” and one of “Coupling” on BBC America.
“The Office” is the sort of show I have to watch through my horrified fingers sometimes. It’s just too excruciating to watch David Brent tap dance and fumble his way through office politics in his flashy, me-me-me, oblivious fashion. Yikes!
Well, this brings me straight back here to Monday morning and so ends this entry.
Until next time,
Olrun
