Happy Sunday! I am soooooooooo tired. I just can barely even move. And I did soooooooooooo much stuff over the past days. I kept thinking “ooo, I should tell the blog people about this” and then “I’m too tired!”
I got so much down, in this irritating not-quite-as-planned way. For instance, I had to buy gardening supplies and I had a gift coupon to a gardening store, great! Get to the store, realize I don’t have the coupon on me. Okay, I can still buy it, and the store will honor the card, I just have to come back with the receipt and the card sometime. It worked out, but not perfectly. Sigh.
Anyway, Saturday morning first thing I drove straight into the city to be productive at the two flat! Arrive, realize I forgot the keys. Sigh. Not a big problem, the main reason I came in was to meet up with my co-owner to do bank stuff. So I knew I could get her keys eventually, I just wanted to do something useful in the meantime. Okay, I can do yard work, that’s fine. Work work work, and then go “I am covered in dirt and if I don’t have a shower, the bank will never give us money. And also, I will die of dehydration”. And then I remembered that a) I don’t have keys to my new house, b) I don’t have keys to my parents’ new house and they are out of town. So I texted everyone I could think of who a) knows me well enough to lend me a shower and b) has a shower to lend. Which was a surprisingly short list, since I know a lot of people with roommates and stuff. Thank goodness, I got a response to my “weird question, are you home and can I use your shower?” from a friend and went over there and she took me in and said “oh you poor thing” and I showered and put on my back up shirt and sat at her kitchen table for two hours and then went to the bank.
A lot more stuff happened, I worked myself to the bone despite everything going slightly wrong, but the best bit was the end! The main reason I came into the city, besides going to the bank, was to put together and use our new lawnmower. Which somehow felt like a really Really big deal to me. And then I finally figured out why it was a big deal. Small gas powered engines are my Dad’s favorite thing in the whole world. He loves fiddling with them, he loves using them, they just delight him. And the thought of being responsible for my very own small gas powered engine was TERRIFYING. So on Friday night, before I came in, Dad and I went through the manual together and he gave me a two hour quick and dirty lecture on the functioning of 4 cycle gas engines and I felt Ready. Wasn’t ready. This morning, I ended up putting my phone on speaker and mowing the lawn with my Dad listening the entire time so he could hear how the engine was running and tell me “give it more air” or “it’s out of gas” or “try starting it again so I can hear how it goes”.
And then I ran a bunch more errands, exhausted, finally started driving back to the lake house and it all hit me about half an hour away from the house. I barely made it back to the house, running on fumes (like my lawnmower), and I just spent 3 hours eating and drinking and petting my dog (who missed me A Lot). And now, finally, I feel up to writing this blog post so y’all know I’m okay. Just tired.