This Weekend

Pottery, books, and pizza. Oh my!

This weekend was nuts. I finished the first draft of my thesis intro. I wrote a five-page art history paper. I starred in a student film. I went to pottery class at one studio, then worked on my own stuff at another. I hosted a yard sale. I tried a new restaurant (meh) and ate pizza from an old fave. I licked Amy’s ice cream with my son and said goodbye to him until May. I washed and clipped the dog with my husband, a massive endeavor that takes hours on account of the fact that Reepeegee has insane Lhasa Apso hair and is mean as a rattlesnake when you groom him. I washed my other dog so he wouldn’t feel left out. I watched a couple of movies (including Shaun of the Dead for the 100th time) and TV shows (including The Righteous Gemstones). I drank a beer with my husband and his best friend and picked up a couch from another friend.

I cooked dumplings and breakfast sandwiches. I ate a rosemary bagel with jalapeno and onion cream cheese. I hunted for houses. (More on that later.) I designed a party invite. I took pictures, developed a roll of film, then tried not to cry when only one negative turned out. I washed and put away laundry and cleaned dishes and rooms. I read an adaption of Macbeth based around the Mexican cartel, then watched a recording of a performance of said play, read an essay on the play, and then wrote a short essay on what I saw and read. I talked to my best friend from elementary school on the phone who was having a bad day. I read a textbook chapter about Manet and Impressionism. Whew.

My husband has 16 days of work before he retires forever. I don’t have many more than that before I graduate. Big changes are afoot, and in the meantime, I am packing everything I can into these final days. I have to keep my head down and stay the course. This listing of shit I got done is not a humble brag. It might have been a note to self to dial it all back. What I did NOT do is quilt, jerk off my bother (if you know, you know), or waste time thinking about how it was all too much.

Was it too much?