Monday again. I must say, it’s a lot easier to wake up on Monday knowing that I am not going to have to commute to work nor attend standup meetings. Now where am I going to get the money I need to survive…
Mine was a glorious weekend, different, yet the same.
I spent most of Friday choring in WLF. Slowly but surely I’ve cleared much of the felled pine tree and have taken out plants that are no longer productive crops. I still have much to do back there, but progress continues, more on this in a minute. I stayed at home on Friday night, and a glance at Instagram changed my plan for Saturday.
Naturally Saturday started with a walk up to the Village, picking up garbage along my route, to meet up with Betsy and Bella for our weekly walk. This week’s edition also saw us stop into a garage sale that happened at one house along our route. The three of us wound our way around our beaten path, and when I arrived home again I showered and plopped onto the couch to watch sports. However, I still had that nagging feeling from Friday, and then around noon decided to act upon it.
WHAT WAS IT ALREADY?!?!?
The plan was two-fold, which it had to be in order to justify driving to Marietta on a Saturday.
On Instagram I saw that Schoolhouse Brewing had just released a new beer called “Pitter Patter IPA”, thus combining two of my loves â€” IPAs and Letterkenny. I had to have some! Because Schoolhouse never brews a second batch of any beer, I convinced myself that going sooner rather than later was a good idea. Also, remember back to Thursday when I went to two Aldis to find a camping table; I figured that I could check the Aldi on Spring Road (twenty-plus years of going to that area for my dentist has its benefits). I scored on both accounts!
While sitting outside at Schoolhouse I was greeted by a dog, whose owner apologized. The dog was friendly, and as I discovered a mere, yet not small, 9-month old. The young lady (owner) and I started talking an I couldn’t figure out how she knew my hash name, nor from where she was getting her facts about me.
“We moved here from Illinois.” Um, no I didn’t.
“We moved to Sandy Springs.” No, when I moved to Atlanta I moved to Dunwoody.
“We want to buy a house in Roswell.” The man who identifies as ITP? NEVER!
And then I realize that she was talking about herself, the dog, and their man. ðŸ˜‚ And was sending me abundant signals telling me that she wasn’t interested. As if I didn’t know that. ðŸ˜
Yesterday found me back in Marietta for the Black Sheep Hash! ðŸ˜® Though there was much road for a Black Sheep, I understood that the hare was getting us to Breaststroke’s pool, so it had to be done. I was okay with it regardless, because truth be told, I wasn’t looking to run a brutal trail yesterday. After the hash I drove Glory Mole (aka ITP-Reader Bonnie) home and hung out for a little while. I hadn’t seen her cats in awhile so I didn’t want them to forget who their favorite person, well mom-resident favorite person at least, is. ðŸ˜¹
– Hashing (another Brownwood Park start? Huzzah!)
Hope that you had a fantastically fun and healthy weekend.