… in no way, shape, or form describes me - I like a settled routine and I’m definitely a creature of habit.
I arose this morning to an empty house; Peran had gone to the fire station (on a Sunday morning? Well alrighty then). We are so disconnected it ain’t even funny, but every “bid” I make (if you follow any of the writings of Dr. Gottman, the relationship guru) has been rejected. Dinner date? Nope, he’s keeping to a light dinner tonight. Any movies look interesting? No, thank you (at least he is polite)
I do give Peran big props for attending Zach’s graduation with me, but he has shown no interest in this next phase as Zach decides his career path. As always, I will miss no opportunities to spend time with my son - last night he needed me (in truth, he needed the use of my truck 😉) but who’s quibbling? I unhitched the horse trailer and took my butt to Irving. Zach’s best friend (& former roommate) Josef came by - it was great to see him, kinda seemed like old times as I took them out to dinner. Josef has lost a tremendous amount of weight pounding the pavement in his new career as a solar salesman/installer - I am so proud of him as he grew up as “the fat kid” - he’s got a serious girlfriend now and I joked that I hope to meet her soon.
We went out for Chinese food and I’m even more thrilled to report that my weight is down another pound this morning despite that MSG! The new herbal formulas seem to be helping but I also sweated off quite a bit during yesterday’s short trail ride. I did a good deed picking up my friend Bobbie as her truck is having brake issues. We returned to the beautiful Wyatt Ranch, but unfortunately my friend Sam’s horse pulled up lame less than a mile into our trek - I think he pulled a muscle crossing the mighty Paluxy River.
We had a few more spatters of rain last night, but hopefully I’ll get in another ride mañana as the crew is supposed to convene at the AT&T trail on the south edge of Big D.
I’ll be puttering around with my alligator pen today even though Zach has me scared to death worrying about our predators around here - a baby gator would be tender pickin’s! We’ve had so much rain - I got up Friday morning to find a small crawdad in the middle of my driveway - this is a good 40 yards from my pond so I have no idea how it got there? He was “en guarde” (claws up!), but I gathered him up in my glove & carried him back down to the pond. (Yes, I thought about offering him to Aphrodite as a snack but he’s just big enough he might have fended her off with a nip on the nose)
Poor Sam - we found nothing in Thunder’s feet so I presume it was a pulled muscle
I smile every time I think of you taking care of Aphrodite. There's something about the human bond with particular animals, and while I would probably never choose an alligator for myself, recognize and honor that you have a special place in your heart for the cold-blooded critters of the earth. Bless you!
ReplyDeleteAnd as alway, loving the equine photos!
I prefer schedules and order too.
ReplyDeleteI seriously wonder what is wrong with Peran. Could he be ill? Can he be jealous of Zach? Or other people in your life? Moodiness in a man is a very unattractive quality. It is bad enough in a woman. If you have committed a mortal sin then he needs to just get it out there. I have never really cared much for overly emotional men but I assume even neanderthals grunted sometimes. Men are weird.
Always nice to see a fat kid transformation. And see him have a better life due to it.
I love Chinese food. Did some batch cooking today and made some pepper beef. Some chicken and beef fajitas too.
Beautiful pictures!!
Animals sit on my swing by the pond and eat crawdads. A Cajun friend of mine says they are delicious!
No doubt that Peran is jealous of Zach; his parents believed in a more "cut the cord, throw ya in the deep end, sink or swim" type philosophy. Yes, I fully realize that when a family has multiple children (Peran is the eldest of 3), there are not as many resources to be redistributed...
DeleteBut that is in large part (nevermind the fact that Z's father went batshit crazy shortly after my pregnancy test turned (+) why I only have one child! And the stress & trauma inflicted upon me ensured that I was never inclined to "try try again" for Peran & I to have a child of our own. It is a shame in one sense, bcz I think it would have altered his beliefs & perceptions.
Peran knows all these things about me - & while I am grateful that he backed me up during those tumultuous years getting Zach raised up while battling Michael, now I really do wish he would just shoot straight with me. If I'm no longer what he wants or needs, he needs to set a goal & get after it!
And I like crawfish prepared 2 ways: as crawfish etouffee or as part of the creamy sauce accompanying my favorite dish at Pappadeaux's: the Catfish Opelousas. Yum!
That sink or swim attitude is fairly prevalent in my area. My first hubby loved kids and he was a terrible father and abandoned his 3 kids from his second wife. I'm not sure what makes a good father. There are certainly a lot of good ones on T.V. that appeal to me. Do you think Peran would have made a good father? I had some really good step parents who were more stable than my parents.
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