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| Dream A Little Dream ... |
09/03/01 - It's not a three day weekend for me ... I worked graveyard last night and I work graveyard again tonight. I thought about pretending that I had a three day weekend and making it a festive one, but I opted to take it easy and hang out at home. So far I haven't done too well at using my extra time, but I'm optimistic. On Saturday I had a lovely idea, it hit that darn spot of mine. I didn't get going as soon as I wanted. The Kid had other unlovely ideas for me. And I didn't get as much of a walk in as I had hoped to. Since I was having to be out in the car (against my desires) I opted to park at my last destination and walk to my other stop first. It was a Mexican restaurant, just a hole in the wall, not far from my house. It's been there a long time. I have never been there, though at least two of my sons have. The front window boasted "fin Mexican food." There was a time when they tried to fix that, they added an e to fin. But, it's back to fin now. Anyway, it's perfect. I am scouting out good places to do some writing ... Venues, change of paces. The food was good, home cooking. I had a super quesadilla for $2.85 and boldly ordered a beer to go along with it. What the hell. It's a great hang out, had a kind of lazy feel to it. You can sit right next to the window and observe the activity on the busy street outside. It's what you want from your Mexican place, Mexican patrons as well as Gringos. I found the music amusing as well as romantic, even if the crooner was singing about his dog. It was a satisfying adventure albeit a mild one. I went into this weekend still feeling groggy, I decided to let it be, not force anything. I felt bored here and there, but oh well. I have a positive outlook. The future looks bright, there are always possiblities. I just wish I could wake up from this fog. I ended up doing nothing today ... Absolutely nothing. I didn't feel all that good about it either. And I felt a bit guilty because The Child stayed in as well. I asked him at one point if he wanted me to take him any where. He said no. We did go out to Dairy Queen and got milkshakes ($6, wow). Neither of us could finish them. We didn't even take them home, just chucked them on the way to the car. As much as we were hot and full, I don't think we wanted to go straight home. I had mentioned getting Albertson's chicken and The Child hadn't really felt like doing that. But as we were leaving the shopping center, he changed his mind. He said it was probably a good idea. I think he's disappointed his Dad didn't show up. The ex never lets us know when he changes plans. I think he's afraid he's going to get yelled at. But, gees ... When he eventually shows up there's always the chance he's going to get yelled at anyway. I don't even bother with the yelling. What's the darn use? The ex and I get along fairly good these days, at least these last couple of years. We actually get into some good discussions and can enjoy each other's company, for a short while. I don't have one regret about leaving that man. No, not one. He proves the decision was a good one time after time. So today, I seem to be OK. It's really hot for the third day in a row and I'm thinking I'll break down and turn on the air conditioning in order to get anything done. Work last night was very challenging, but I enjoyed it. It really kicked me back into reality. But then again, maybe I will go ahead and pretend that I'm on a three day weekend after all, go do a little local exploring, barbeque hamburgers for dinner ... Reality can wait. |