Yesterday we had to have all of our things done by 2 o’clock so Rockford and I could embark upon a lovely date night. The kids started their day with chocolate-chip pancakes (from the microwave, because I am a lot of things but the Barefoot Contessa of Children’s Cuisine is not one of them), and I started cleaning up the living room.
It was very cluttered, and I can see from these photos that there’s something still under that chair. But now it’s dusted and vacuumed and 99 percent less messy, at least!
After cleanup time, we got cracking on the school work. They usually grumble about it, especially when we first get started, but yesterday they knew they’d be at Grandma and Grandpa’s house at the end of the day, and I think that helped with their motivation.
Rockford came home around lunchtime, so I left him to feed the kids while I ran a couple of errands. Two out of three, of course, were cat-related, because apparently that’s the theme of this week. After a stop at the pet store, Lowe’s and the post office, I realized that I hadn’t eaten any lunch, so I went to Firehouse Subs and had a brisket sandwich. I wish I would’ve check the Weight Watchers Points on that first, because it was 25+ Points (the app only had it listed without mayo and cheese, and what’s the point of a sandwich without mayo and cheese?) and it was so delicious that I don’t want to eat anything else ever again.
Anyway, so I ate my super-Pointy sandwich, and then we hit the road.
If I’d taken any more pictures, they would’ve looked something like this:
because we went to a Neko Case show. But she has a strict no-video policy — we saw a guy get his phone taken away! and then he argued with the security guy for awhile! — so I didn’t take my phone out of my pocket at all. The show was great, despite the people behind us who had the following conversation and many more like it:
He: I really like lines and shapes.
She: Oh, me too! And process-driven art.
Sometimes I think I’m too old & crotchety for live music. Or to be anywhere in public, ever, for that matter.
I’m getting too old and crotchety for live music, too. I don’t know how I went to so many concerts in my 20s.