Labor Day Weekend

It's Sunday morning, and so far we're having a relaxing Labor Day weekend! Spencer is sleeping off his beers from the last two nights, but his behavior was exemplary for his condition lol

Yesterday he grilled out burgers and dogs, not burning them--which was an amazing plus. And we were blessed with a visit from Oskar [a friend to us, and an author of metaphysical books], who was in town and able to come by for a beer and a burger and some awesome, enlightening conversation! This was really good for Spencer, who needed an ear other than mine to listen to some of his on-going experiences in that arena. Though I don't subscribe to every facet of metaphysics, it was definitely thought-provoking to hear their discourse, and I learned a lot.

One thing I'm looking forward to is, the next time Oskar is in town, he's going to do a shamanic ritual and cleanse our house of negativity. This may sound strange to a lot of people, and I don't know myself exactly how or why it may work, but I think just the active thought and participation by us to believe our house cleared of negativity will help make it so. Anyway, to me it is worth a try to feel we're washing away some old traits and taking on some new ones. It may be a few weeks, but when it happens I'd like to share it with you on here.

This morning I've been reading and drinking coffee and spending some time with Baby, when he tolerates my company lol He's my little fuzzy baby boy, but he's definitely more enthused about Spencer's company. Spencer can really bring out the playfulness in Baby, and he's the one who spends more time with him during the day, and feeds him his extra treats, so he's the one Baby looks up at adoringly. I'm so jealous! lol

Here's hoping everyone has a safe weekend, enjoyable company, and fulfilling activities.

Warm regards,
~Pym

Sunday Sadness

I've got a sort of sadness this evening I can't seem to shake. I think I'm feeling a bit scared because Spencer is continuing his binge over at Kip's and I was hoping he'd come home today sober. Maybe scared isn't the right word--apprehensive?--but I'm missing him...and when he calls on the phone to check in he sounds so pitifully drunk and anything could happen to him. At least he's not driving. And they are just watching television. I suppose it could be worse.

I did three loads of laundry and should feel accomplished for that, but I don't. I paid one bill online and am worried how we're going to meet the rest. I feel guilty for having taken a nap, and have been eating all afternoon. I just want to shower and go back to bed. Sigh, I sound like such a wet blanket lol.

Sunday Blues I suppose. Growing up, I almost always got depressed on Sundays and often had headaches, in anticipation and worry about school the next day. I do love my job, so that's not the problem here; I look forward to going to work in the mornings. Hmm...I'll have to think of a new name for it...

The Too-Hot Sunday, I Ate Too Much and Think I'm Fat, and I Miss My Man Being Sober, and My Cat is Ignoring Me Blues.

:O)
~Pym