The zen of chopping veggies to prep for “fast food” during the work week

snowbanksI’ve probably blahgged about this before but there are so many stages to a marriage. I won’t even begin to try list them here. There have been times when I wanted the GG to be around if at all possible. There have been times when I needed a bit of space. Nowadays I need spacification but I also miss having my best hiking/skiing/kayaking buddy around when he travels northward and I am in a time-banking mode.

This weekend? The GG spent last night in a DNR lodge with a buncha women! Yes, really. Pat and Marilyn and Joan and I fergit who else. Yes, those are all women. There were guys too. I loved that he listed all of those women though. They are all wonderful friends of both of us. A whole bunch of Hiawatha Shore to Shore North Country Trail folks showed up for my mom’s funeral visitation and I will never ever ever forget that. I love those people.

This weekend I was torn between wanting to be spacified and wanting my life partner to be with me walking / skiing / showshoeing around town. In the end, I had a great weekend! I met npJane and Mouse downtown on Friday night. I flung and/or packed up crap from the Landfill Chitchen the rest of the weekend. I bundled up and walked and shoveled and whatever. I packed up a few more banker’s boxes in preparation for our upcoming kitchen reno and I chopped up a whole bunch of veggies for “fast food” during the week.

What else? I do not know. I took off on a long, snowy walk this afternoon. The GG was not home when I left and the last communication I had from him was during a cell phone call. He was on the southbound I75 SUV Speedway and he said something like, “Oh shit, I’m out of gas, I gotta stop.” He got home safely and we are hanging out in the back room of the Landfill with a faaarr in the faarrr place.

Good night and love y’all,
Kayak Woman

One Response to “The zen of chopping veggies to prep for “fast food” during the work week”

  1. Margaret Says:

    The best away time is when you know your life partner is coming back. I didn’t know how hard it would be that mine isn’t. He always walked in the door after work, after a golf game, after a Jeeping trip, etc. It still feels weird that it’s not going to happen any more.