Weekend Review

It was a tale of two days for the weekend. Saturday was just another workday. This is the opposite of the trend I'd like to see in our part of the world. I'd like to see a day added to the weekend, not subtracted. But yes, I woke up at 6am and was at work for an ungodly hour. The next bit of sour juice that I had to taste was that what should have been a decently short day expanded and morphed into a long day, a long moderately productive day. I was supposed to take a corn plot down at 3pm and I was pushing the grower to go earlier but instead we went two hours later. It wasn't fun. I had to stand and wait while they filled a truck up, for no good reason other than they wanted to. I wish I had cause to dictate terms more aggressively some days. Well, it's over now. Still a touch bitter, like a medium roast coffee but I can hardly hold myself angry about it, as I wasn't in the first place. The piece that maybe made my eyes squint in frustration was the number of snaps of people in costume having a great time in the evening. That burned my bacon a little more. I joked that my Halloween costume was a disgruntled employee who had to work late on his day off. One girl joked that was just my everyday. I countered that it would be a very convincing costume. Then I wondered, can you just go as yourself on Halloween? I suppose if you're famous enough. But the whole concept is that you're dressing up to be unrecognizable. Or is it that you're dressing up like a ghoul so ghosts that break through the barrier between worlds don't recognize you. I guess I don't know the point of the tradition anymore. I'll have to dig into that at some point. Anyways, Sunday was more fun. I got to read my book. I got food for the first time in a month. I got laundry caught up. I bought a new pots and pan set. That will last for life! I never had one before, just a mix of random pieces. If you want to look at the dark underbelly of that purpose or for a message hidden in the action then you could say that I've accepted defeat in the dating world. I'm not going to wait around until I find a mate and marry to get my pots and pans as a wedding gift. I certainly didn't need the pots and pans, I just decided I could do it and did it. I don' want to continue too much further on that line of thought (I noted it, Cheese gets it) and will simply let it float by. If you're scratching your head right now, you haven't been paying very close attention. Anyways, that's where I'm at for now, I should have some afternoon hijinx to report in the next installment of my musings.