Do you remember when I said that I was starting a new tradition of hanging out on Sundays? Well, I made it all of 1 in a row. Is it my fault the holidays fell in the middle of December or that I can’t remember what I said ten minutes ago? I barely even remembered it WAS Sunday. This is what the holidays will do to you. Also, age.
JD says talking to me is like playing Jeopardy.
Me: “Did you see that the movie with that lady is playing in town?”
JD: “What lady?”
Me: “Who’s that girl that dated Brad Pitt?”
JD: “Gwyneth Paltrow?
Me: “The other one, dark hair.”
JD: “Winona Ryder?”
ME: “Yeah. This actress looks like her only younger.”
It’s exhausting just having a conversation.
Instead of hanging out with people and eating biscuits and being like my great-grandparents, we went to eat lunch, then came home and went our separate ways. JD to the office, Moon to her room, and me to the cleaning supplies. The house has gotten out of control with the holidays, so I cleaned, put clothes away, then ran errands. I had planned on doing a few other things, but a friend who hadn’t gotten the message that my hospitality mood was over, dropped in and I was forced to drink wine and sit on the couch. The things I do for people.
Otherwise, this weekend was slow. The most exciting thing that happened was that I took Moon and her BFF to play bridge and I got to fill in at the table. My partner was new to the game and kept forgetting that it was his turn to play. I forgave him because he was new. And because he was 7. Luckily for him, he still managed to make his bid or someone would have spent some serious time in the timeout chair!
This week is sure to be more exciting being as New Year’s Eve is happening, and we’re having a party at my house. And by “party”, I mean Bratt and Kit are coming over and we’re getting out the bridge table.
You might want to keep your phone handy in case things get out of hand, the police are called, and I need you to bail us out of jail.
Kit is also new to bridge, but I’m sure it will be fine. I moved the timeout chair next to the fire so she’ll be nice and comfy.
Cuma actually didn’t do Sunday dinner we just dropped in occasionally and she would cook just so we would go home.