Losin It Weekend Recap

I feel like I jinxed myself by saying Friday I hoped mind numbing boredom wasn't on tap because that was exactly what was on tap.    We were supposed to get torrential downpours so our usual Saturday drive was going to be pushed to Sunday.  I had my grocery order in for 12pm so we could have brunch and then go.  Well, the rain didn't come.  At least not in our direct area, just anywhere we would've driven to.  I wanted the rain here to water the plants because I didn't feel like it.  Yep, that lazy.  We went and grabbed takeout from a place that's getting knocked off the list now because 1) they don't listen and 2) it doesn't travel well despite it being in our Hot Logic for the car ride home.  We took a nap later because driving in the city and burbs is such a soul suck.  He gets uptight and agitated, I mentally tap out, we both just want to scream at everyone and when you get home, you're just tired of it all.  I'm not sympathizing with the "Karen's" and the...what are they calling the male versions of those who go off?  Assholes, I  guess?  But I can empathize with why people are snapping in public.

(Source.  When someone takes your space even though you were sitting there with your signal on.)

Regardless of where you fall on the whole spectrum of opinions on how this pandemic is or isn't being handled, you see people acting in ways that make you shake your head and wonder what the hell is wrong with humanity.  Whether you see it in the wild or in/on the news depending  on how you consume that, it sits in there even when you're not actively thinking about it.  That's why when you see people being recorded for saying stupid sh*t or knocking over a display of whatever, it usually has little do with what is going on in the moment but the cumulative effect of everything we've all been through since March.  Again, not giving people a pass to act a fool in public but I can empathize because I've had to restrain my thoughts and words like wrestling a hungry lion at a butcher shop and we're not even out in it except usually once a week and for short amounts of time. 

Sorry, brain dump.

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So yeah, Saturday was laying around in between takeout and watching Zac Efron's series on Netflix.  Later we watched Urban Legends: Final Cut before bed.  Oh, on Thursday we rented You Should Have Left with Kevin Bacon and Amanda Seyfried.  It was pretty good.  The screwed up thing is you can actually rent the house!  NO FRIGGIN' WAY after seeing that!  It's not a gory movie or anything, a thriller but that little nugget girl is worth the rent alone.  That kid will be big, if she wants to be.

Sunday, I went through some stuff in the bedroom that needed to be sifted through for trash, recycle and shred and did that.  I felt pretty good about that.  That is where the good feelings ended.  The Mr informed me that the grocery pushed back our pick up time by two hours...you know, right when I planned to be on our drive.  The membrane for the ribs I was putting into the crock pot was not coming off and the frustration was mounting as I was stewing about the grocery time being pushed back and the drive being pushed back for reasons that never materialized the day before.   I was hangry and again, little things piling up.  The Mr said he could call them back and push the pick up time later so we could still get our drive in with no time pressures.  When he did, they said it would actually be ready 30 minutes after our original pick up time so we thought it was a good sign.  We ate brunch and got on our way.  I knew I had chips for the delivery drivers and bread and buns for us.  This schmuck ass kid comes out and dumps everything in the box we have in the trunk for grocery pick ups.  The Mr checked and he saw the buns I ordered but said he didn't see the bread.  I told him to check the bottom before we left and he didn't for some reason.  Well, I found it when we got home...on the bottom...with the chips...under 6 lbs of sweet potatoes.  Flat.

(Source)

We called back for replacements which they assured us would be ready.  Dipwad comes back out with the right bread, wrong chips and does that 3x even after having a picture being shown to him and then has the nerve to give US attitude shaking his head at us when we were wrestling the mental lion to be as nice as possible in the situation he caused.

(Source  What I was doing to him in my head)

Finally, we said eff it, drove home and got home at the time our pick up had been pushed back to because we'd spent over an hour between phone calls, his lollygagging and driving back and forth.  THAT is exactly what I'm talking about.  The amount of anger surging through us dealing with that after small things in the morning was what makes people snap.  I'm not sure how hard it is to look at a bag and say "this is bread...bread goes on top" when it is the only thing in the bag but apparently it's something this dude struggles with.  Yes, we called the manager and based on her response, this wasn't the first complaint about the numskull.  I'm sorry but wasting over an hour of our day and then getting an apathetic, pissy attitude ain't flying on our end.  Not that they care or that anything will be done but yes, it made us feel slightly better.

It was a cooler day but the humidity was still horrible.  The thought of going down in the basement again to workout was not appealing and honestly, I needed to "see" my family.  We drove down to the cemetery while I read a book out loud to distract us from the people on the road for the 30 minute drive.  As I was talking to Grandpa, I got this nudge to look through the shamrocks around his headstone and he gave me this:

That ragged little four leaf clover made me laugh and I know it made him laugh too.  "Battered like you this weekend but make your own luck, snicklefritz."  My family is scattered all over the cemetery (not literally, geographically) so we started our walk in the sticky, overcast air.

I always wanted to see the inside of one of these above ground plots and not because they were sliding me in for my final above ground nap:

About what I figured.  I don't get the whole mini wall in between.  No way it's structural so I'd tell them to butt up against each other coffin to coffin.

We got in almost 3 miles, the exact same amount of steps on our hood laps but without dodging cars so it was a nice way to get out and shake off the pissiness of the previous day and morning.  I read some more on the way home and got our sides together for a nice southern comfort dinner.

The crock pot ribs came out really well and I was glad I finally got to use the hickory rub I was hoarding from Montana last year.  Then we settled in for Renovation Island to re-stress.  I don't know how those people did that whole project and then knowing what was coming with this pandemic, your heart just breaks for them.

How was your weekend?

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