TWTW - the one without rest

Did you ever get to Sunday night and think now what the fuck happened Friday? That's me this weekend. I eventually recalled that I got home and half assed started Christmassing while the house was a wreck and the puppy was in zoom mode. Not smart. I gave up, put laundry away, packed my bag and the car, and headed to the shore. Once there I made the bed and started going through shit that can't stay there over the winter because it will freeze and reconstitute into dreck. 

I went to bed at midnight with the sinking feeling the Tax Scam would pass the Senate and woke up Saturday to find out that it had. PLEASE call your House of Representatives rep about this bill. There is still time - the House and Senate bills must be reconciled and they must hear from us from both sides of the aisle. We're not rich. This is going to hurt us in the long run while it helps people who don't need it. 

Saturday 

Up by 6 for a glorious sunrise, although likely my last of this season which is never a good feeling.

I had some coffee at Drip N Scoop before I finished cleaning out both fridges and pantry food and packed up clothes and health and beauty aids. I went up and down a million stairs a million times. I took my last bike ride to finish my Christmas shopping on Asbury Avenue at B&B and my favorite Blue Lotus. I also rode up to the boardwalk and got some peanut butter fudge at Shriver's so I could eat my feelings about closing up the house until March. One of the best things about the off season: no one locks up their bikes. I left in the early afternoon and I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry on the way home.

No rest for the weary back at home, I started a ton of shore laundry so MFD can take it back this week and carried on Christmassing. We moved furniture around, MFD put the tree up, and a million more up and down the stairs ferrying Christmas shit and regular shit all over before dashing out to HomeGoods to fill some decor holes. When I got back I reintegrated the shore dog and pantry stuff into the house before falling out at midnight. Help from the dogs: zero.

Sunday

Bruce Springsteen slept in until 6:30. I jumped into weekly food prep and laundry. While cooking at 7 am I had two awesome blog ideas that I was sure I'd remember a half hour later but of course they're gone with the wind. Aside from weekly food prep, Sunday was errands ($5 flowers and Target), futzing with Christmas shit, laundry, nails (Sally Hansen Insta-Dri in Set Sail and Grape Shifter) and putting shit away. I swear I didn't sit down for more than 10 minutes all day until 5 pm and I didn't even finish my first cup of coffee until 11:30. And while the weekend in total felt short, the day felt oddly long, which is great when you have a lot of shit to do. 

Bruce drug the dog bed over to the Christmas tree and I thought oh, how cute. No. Not cute. He pulled it over there so he could lay on his back and eat it in comfort. The aesthetic in Gus's photo is how I'd color Christmas (pink, blue, white, silver, sparkly) if I didn't live with Clark Griswold the red gold and green traditionalist. 

Sunday night Clark Griswold did his window with Mae barking merrily. I cried because she was a chorus for Geege's bark and I was missing that fiercely. I never thought I'd miss that cacophony. 

Weekly food prep

Can we discuss how perfectly the pineapple corer works? I'm sad I have wasted previous time wrestling with the slippery bark of pineapples. Breakfast this week is scrambled eggs with a side of pineapple. Lunch is ham chowder, the stock came from a hambone I had in the freezer and was a few hour process. Dinner is chicken enchilada pasta made with homemade enchilada sauce and topped with black olives - I roasted the chicken thighs, yellow peppers, and onions I used in this and it deepened the flavor and it's fucking fab. I had extra enchilada sauce that I froze. I also made a huge ass vat of veggie meat sauce - it has mushrooms, zucchini, carrots, onions, and ground beef. I froze all of that. Aubrey and Stephen will take some of the ham chowder and veggie meat sauce after the baby gets here. 

I experienced some holiday lunacy in Target. I will not enter stores during the day anymore. My favorite thing about the commercialism of the season is being able to get in and out of stores earlier and in relative peace.

Happy birthday to my uncle Billy today!

How was your weekend?