Wuthering Hyders

My Day Off


I had a day without the kids on Wednesday. What did I do with all that freedom, you ask? I tended to a few things I'd been putting off for long enough and then I went shopping. The funny thing is, I don't actually LIKE shopping all that much. I never have. (Unless it's for books.) Heath would probably beg to differ based on our bank account alone, but I swear, it's not because I actually like shopping. It's more about boredom and this weird need for stuff I seem to have. I have "stuff" that I've never even taken the tags off of or removed from their packages and even I can't remember how long I've had them. I find things buried in piles of stuff (yes, more stuff) that I had completely forgotten about buying but I seemed to think I needed it at the time apparently. It's this disease that I can't seem to cure. They probably have anonymous groups for people with problems like this somewhere. Sign me up.

What was I writing about? Oh, yes. My day off. I decided to pick up a movie just for me. I haven't bought a "me" movie in quite awhile. Let alone a new release, so I bought "The Other Boleyn Girl". It was beautifully done and I think the casting was good, too. As far as the plot, I'm not all that polished on my English history so I don't know how accurate it was, but Anne DID lose her head in the end. There was a lot of spouse-sharing. And one woman who had the power to get what she wanted and knew how to use it. Of course, things didn't exactly end well for her...

After the movie, I tried to get in some reading. Ironically, there was more spouse-sharing. I'm not making this up. I was NOT expecting it in the book I'm reading now. It gave me a different view on why people cheat though. In fact, it came dangerously close to glorifying it. Pointing out that these two people had been lovers for fourteen years and how the passion never wore off. They never had to deal with each other's bad habits or argue about whose turn it was to do which chore around the house. They only had the good parts of a relationship. None of the bad. That is the first time I have thought of cheating as understandable. NOT THAT I'M CONDONING IT! I'm just saying I could see the upside someone might see when it was put this way. Anyway, I'm sure it's going to end badly for them in the book. Besides, most novels are meant to be a break from reality, not give you a dose of it.

Again, where was I going with this? My day off. Right. The short version is that it was good. In my world, there's always room for improvement, but I'm trying to complain less. For posterity. I'm also going to try to make fewer references to my medication and my mental state because it seems to have given some people (who shall remain nameless) the idea that I'm emotionally unstable. If I didn't have a sense of humor I might be more offended by that.

I know this has nothing to do with anything I've written so far, but what is with the people who pick up our recycling? Is it really necessary to come before dawn? I wanted to put the box (which would be overflowing were it not for my packing prowess) out at the curb last night, but as it was pouring rain I thought I'd wait until morning so as not to give you guys a wet mass of paper, cardboard, plastic, glass, etc. I even got up WAY before my usual time to put it out. But what do I see when I open my front door? All of the neighbors' bins are already empty. You bastards. I try to do you a favor and you insist on coming at some unholy hour. Thanks. I really was hoping to keep this stuff around for another week. I'll bet you don't even recycle your own stuff, do you? That's fine. See if you get any cookies for Christmas. The mailman will.