For somebody who doesn't have a job to go to, I've been kind of busy.
Greg and I had originally planned for a vacation week over July 4. My pre-approved vacation days are a moot point now, but Greg still took the week off.
Last Saturday we had lunch with a writer friend that I met on Twitter. I am trying to cultivate writerly friends, and how awesome is it that we met on Twitter? She and her husband live over near the coast but drove over for lunch and tour of Orlando's finest comic shops.
Monday we went to Cape Canaveral to have lunch with my cousin, her husband and their son. Despite hours of hard thinking, I couldn't even remember the last time I saw this cousin. We've kept in touch through Facebook, but I swear it was at least the 1990's, and could possibly have been the 1980's when we last met. They were on vacation and had a lovely timeshare right on the beach. We had a great time catching up, it's nice to connect with someone who knows your history and your childhood.
Tuesday we went to various hardware stores to buy stuff to put up many many shelves in our living room to hold Greg's many many DVDs and Blu-rays. It was one of the main things we wanted to get done during our vacation week, but it turned out to be more expensive than we expected so we're putting it off until I find a job.
Wednesday we stayed home for a quiet Independence day celebration, had hamburgers and corn on the cob, and watched The Sound of Music, which Greg had never seen. Never! He loved it, of course. Days later I'm still humming Sixteen Going on Seventeen, and A Problem Like Maria.
Thursday was supposed to be beach day, which I've been looking forward to for weeks, but I got my period and felt awful, so we didn't go. I consoled myself by whining a lot. Greg and I watched Die Hard, which he also had never seen. I know, right?
Friday at 7am we took little, tiny, baby Alabama in to be spayed. Then we sat around and worried about her all day. I honestly don't know what we would do if either of us had to go in the hospital for a serious procedure, we were wrecks all day for a cat having a completely routine surgery. At 6pm we brought her home and were tortured by her grogginess and by having to put a cone on her poor little head. The second the cone comes off she tries to lick her incision, so we had to leave it on her, even though she is clearly completely tormented by it. At first she freaked out and tried to pull her head out or pull it off or run away from it, then she just broke and lay down sadly in defeat, while Greg and I stood over her wringing our hands and apologizing to her.
Yesterday we managed to tear ourselves away from the kitten, who is healing just fine but still hates the cone, to go to lunch with one of Greg's old friends and two of her daughters. They were in town on vacation for a few days, and it was fun.
Today I'm getting ready to drive up to GA to visit Mom. I can't wait to see her, phone calls are just not the same at all. Over time, it seems like fewer and fewer of those little daily life details get said on the phone, and I feel like I'm missing things. And we just feel so much closer after seeing each other in person.
I'll drive back home on Thursday, and we are going to the beach for sure this Saturday. I'm already looking forward to it.