As my best friend of 20-odd years would say: CBNTB (cute but not too bright). (Admittedly, this was our code for critiquing boys in front of their faces, but in this case it applies.)
I once again managed to turn light yardwork into a marathon weeding session. We have a few groundcovers springing up voluntarily. It makes the lawn look lush at a distance, but up close it becomes clear that it’s Not Grass. Hubby and I spent a solid two hours thinning out the worse of the offenders. I gave the shrubs and palm tree a quick trim so that trick or treaters can reach our front door (and we didn’t want the dead branches to be TOO spooky) and then got down to weeding. And weeding. And weeding.
It’s easy to lose track of time, and it’s so rewarding! Visible progress. Quality time with hubby. Lovely weather. And if I don’t get up to empty the weeding bucket, I’m generally not aware of how stiff I may or may not be. Until we finally call it and I try to stand up. I use a gardening stool which saves my knees, and finally got the new sneakers laced so my toes don’t go numb leaning forward. I was also smart/foolish enough to take my arthritis meds before we started, which helped dull the aches.
Until we stopped.
And then, OW.
I wore myself out but managed to rally after dinner (a lazy order-in since we were both pooped), but by the time I went to bed I was in pretty serious pain, which kept me awake. When I did sleep I had quasi nightmares, the scariest of which was that someone had invaded our home and I couldn’t shout or scream. This was uber-realistic and I “woke up” once in the dream, only to discover that the dream was “real”. I have commanded hubby that we need a phone or baseball bat in our bedroom asap (right now we have neither, and hubby did not acquit himself well in my dream *shakes head*). The dream went to weird, less-scary directions after that, but it was not a restful night’s sleep by any stretch of the imagination.
(We won’t go into the nightmare before that when I tied my hair into a ponytail and it FELL OFF. I ended up with a short, Pretty-In-Pink hairstyle hubby would have loved, but hair loss is one of my major unhappinesses and clearly my subconscious is stressed about it.)
Blah blah blah.
Hallowe’en just wasn’t a big thing this year. I decorated a little at the office and a little at home, but couldn’t muster the energy for anything close to what I did last year. Hubby had a migraine the day of our party invite, and the office didn’t go all-out they way they have in past years. I even forgot to dress up today and ended up going super-casual compared to what I normally wear to work due to painful shoulders, so I’m joking that I’m dressed as the “anti-elisabeth” for Hallowe’en. For those who know me they can guess: I’m Wearing No Black! *gasp!* Sign of the apocalypse! In fact, I am probbaly wearing my brightest shirt, which is turquoise (but comfy and easy to put on). It’s kind of funny, really. Maybe I should draw on a goatee.
I plan to leave work a little early, put purple lights on the bushes if it has stopped raining, set up the spooky house music, and hand out candy. Let’s see if we got enough so we don’t run out early like we did last year. HORDES of kids, HORDES I tell you! (And I reserve the right to not hand out candy to tweens dressed slutty- I felt like I was condoning something dirty last year. If it was my daughter I would have an EXTREMELY frank discussion to hopefully embarrass the hell out of her so I never catch her in the outfit again. I like to think I would be a realistic mom and know it wouldn’t stop her entirely, but she doesn’t have to advertise her questionable morals to the neighbours, at least. But I digress.)