This past weekend was the first of two without Ethan. While there were frequent bouts of minor depression and a few tears here and there, I'm pretty proud of myself for making the weekend successful without him and mostly, for not falling into one of those I’m not going to shower, get out of bed, or probably even move an inch slumps.
Friday, I left work at 4pm to begin my weekend. My best friend, Kate, called me the exact moment I reached my car and we talked while I drove in the direction of home (yes, I was hands-free people—had to point that out in case my mom is reading this ;)). I ended up behind some idiot, going 25 miles an hour and swerving all over the road. Upon passing him, I realized he was texting and was not even attempting to watch where he was going. Ironically enough, I wondered if I should stay behind him for safety purposes, but dismissed the thought and quickly left him in my dust. Fast forward 5 minutes later. I am stopped at a light on my way to target when I see a car creeping up slowly behind me…closer and closer and yes—you guessed it—the texting guy. And closer he gets until the butt of my car was nice enough to stop his rolling vehicle. Yes, he hit me. It’s funny to think about later—my woman intuition was right, but I had long since passed him and figured I’d never see him again. I figured he’d wreak havoc on someone else’s car, but I was very wrong.
Anyways, it’s funny looking back on it. Nobody was hurt and the damage was minimal.
I still made it to Target and Kate and I shot the breeze while I made my rounds. I ended up with a pair of cute Dr. Seuss “One fish, Two fish” socks, one bottle of mint green nail polish, the classic film “Where the Red Fern Grows,” and an energy drink. I’m not sure what all those purchases say about me, but what I do know is I spent less than $10.
After I got home and hung up with Kate, I cranked up some black-eyed peas and made this spaghetti with artichokes recipe and some garlic bread. It took some time and a lot of love, but I have enough spaghetti to last me another week and besides all that, it turned out delicious. I ended the night by catching up on the phone with an old friend, Jenelle, and watching a couple episodes of Roseanne.
Saturday morning, the sun woke me up around 8am and I puttered around for a bit: had cereal and coffee while I caught up blogs. Scrubbed some dishes and threw some laundry in the washer. I considered spending the rest of the day lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself, but fortunately, I decided against it and drove to old town orange, instead. It was a quaint little place filled with old ice cream parlors and antique shops. Everything still looked like it was from the 50’s and I wandered in and out of the various shops, letting my fingertips get a taste of some very beautiful old stuff. My favorite part was in one store when a little girl, probably no more than 4-years-old, stood under this faded emerald green birdcage. One hand clutched to her mom’s and the other pointed upward.
“Mommy, isn’t that where birds live?”
“Yes, dear.”
The tears immediately brimmed over in her brown eyes and as her mom tugged her away, she tearfully asked her mom why someone would take the birds’ home away because “that’s where they’re supposed to be.” It was honestly one of the most darling moments I’ve ever seen and I was glad to witness it, even from a distance.
The second best part of orange was their Paris in a Tea Cup shop. No one could know this about me from my blog, but I love everything French. My old apartment was decked out in French country décor; so needless to say, I spent a good 30 minutes in that darling little shop. I ended up with some sweet treasures, one of them being this mug I had eyeballed back in sacramento, but was far too pricey. Not here, though; I gasped when I saw the $8 sticker on the side and immediately scooped it up before anyone else had a chance. I also left with some french country soda, french green vanilla tea, and a vanilla macaroon which I saved for the car ride home.
Sunday looked something like this:
Sunday looked something like this:
Waking up at 7am and laying in bed catching up on more blogs until 9.
More laundry, cleaning, and journaling.
Soaking up some rays in my backyard with J.M Barrie’s classic Peter Pan.
A two-and-a-half hour phone conversation with my little sister.
A nice long shower and more internet time, conjuring up possible road trip routes on Google Maps and daydreaming about all the places I’d like to go.
Late evening church stuff that had lots of good meat and stuff I needed to hear.
French green vanilla tea while I read in bed.
All in all, a good weekend.
While I did--do--miss Ethan, I am proud of myself for getting out and being productive.
10 days down; 9 more to go.
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