Here's a non-exciting recap of my non-exciting, but pleasant, weekend.
Friday: I fully intended to go out in the evening. I had two happy hour options. What did I do? Sat home and watched a dvd. It was just complete and total collapse.
Saturday: a full and busy day. In the morning, I rowed. We went out in the quad again. I love, love, love that boat. I would be happy to only ever go out in the quad. I've been in a double a couple of times now, too, and that's ok. Both times, I was stroke--not due to my competence in that position, but due to my lack of experience sculling. It makes no sense to put me in bow. Bow in a double (or a quad) is a big responsibility--you steer the boat and you're always looking over your shoulder. I don't like to do it and I'd certainly be bad at it until I get more practice sculling. The weather was perfect, the water was good and it was a great row.
After rowing, I did a quick change in the car (I had the flexcar all day) and drove to Virginia to attend a birthday party for some three-year-old twins. It was fun, but it would have been more fun to shower and nap.
Instead, after the party, I drove home, showered and then went to pick up Diego. He was helping his nephew with his "flat Stanley" school project. Basically, we had a paper cut-out in the outline of Diego's nephew. We took it to the Mall. Diego held it up and I took pictures. Some came out well. Others…not so much. Diego will assemble a scrapbook featuring "Stanley's" experiences in DC and mail it back to his nephew. I hope the scrapbook does not feature our conversation, which was not appropriate for grade school age kids. Ahem.
After rowing, partying with three-year-olds and tromping around the Mall, the natural next step was to go grocery shopping. I did a small shop and then home, where I collapsed again, but this time with better reason.
Kansas update: when I looked at my phone on Saturday morning I saw two missed calls from him. 2:50am and 2:56am. I'd learned my lesson and set the phone to silent. When I saw those calls, I was angrier than when I've actually answered his late night calls. If I'd forgotten to silence the phone, even if I hadn't answered it, I would have been awoken at nearly three am. I had such a busy Saturday, I couldn't afford to lose any sleep. As it turned out, I slept well. But the inconsideration really pissed me off.
I stewed a little and in the mid-morning, I called and left Kansas a message. [Note: I did not call him at 8am--I didn't want to wake him.] I told him, more or less, that this had to stop, it wasn't friendly and it was lucky I'd silenced my phone. Not surprisingly, I haven't heard from him since.
This is the thing--I don't really mind if you call me in the middle of the night. It doesn't even have to be an emergency. If you have something to say, if you want to talk to me, it's ok. Maybe you'll do the same for me sometime. But there should be a REASON. It can't just be because you're drunk and emotionally stunted and can't figure out how to relate to me the rest of the time. It can't be a SUBSTITUTE for other kinds of communication. I shouldn't have to silence my phone every friggin' night because Kansas may be out drinking. Enough is enough.
And, because I left him that phone message and he hates conflict (shocker), I don't expect to hear from him for a while. Though he might send an email.
Sunday will be good, though. I've done laundry, made an omelet and done some knitting. Soon, I'll leave the house and enjoy this gorgeous day. I hope you all do the same.
Grateful for: lovely weather.