shit, it's been a long day. i am weary beyond weariness. it's almost over though. thinking must take place and i shall think, but after that there will be rest, and there will be movement should the morrow come.
i didn't sleep well last night. did i mention that already? i didn't sleep last night and i was up with a headache and i eventually rolled out the bed and said prayers and did readings and got my ass engaged. i was chilling for the most part, and eventually i got the mac n cheese in the oven, way too early, and i went back to lay down for a bit. Syd left for school and i got up and got myself in gear to leave. my plan was linear and i tried to stick to it.
i packed the last of the shit i needed in my car. i rolled over to the fellowship hall. i cleaned the tables before i unloaded my vehicle. i got the coffee on in the big pot. i ran up the street for ice and i got the pop on ice. i went to pick up Rachel. i came back to find Bob had started arranging things in an efficient manner and i messed with him about it though i was glad with his changes. we didn't get many people and there was far too much food but my dad did a great job and Rachel enjoyed herself and i was happy she was there. cleaning up was a bitch. everyone can come and cop a plate to go but no one wants to get their ass involved. it is one of the more glaring departures from the way things were when we ran efficiently. got it done, though, and then we went on a trek of prolongation.
we went to the cleaners on Loganway so Rachel could get an application. went to my parent's house to drop off a plate. Rachel started talking to my mom and i sat in a living room chair dozing in and out. we left after awhile and went to another store so Rachel could get her cigars. then back to my house.
i was more tired than before. had Syd help Rachel unload the car. had a bunch of stuff i hadn't planned on bringing home. half a half-sheet cake, for one. eventually, i took that to Lonnie before i took Rachel to her grandmother's house. i just finished putting the anniversary stuff in the tote and am going to wash the dishes before i go to bed.
i was thinking about going to columbus tomorrow, but i'm thinking it's going to end up waiting a week. Rachel alluded to wanting to go, and that is a different kind of planning. as in, when i go by myself, i crash with people, keep it moving, rely on kindness to stay fed and sheltered. with Rachel, we will need someplace steady, and we will need somewhere to more or less be sedentary between people. it also means that i can't just throw together a bag and roll out. she has clothes to wash, bills to tend to and three children who are reliant upon her. i have Syd, who is trying her best to get out from under my shadow. it's a difference.
either way, it was a good lead, a good lunch, my father did a great job and i'm glad that i had a chance to attempt to honor him thus. Thank you, Jehovah, for a full day.
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