Sunday nights

It’s here again: the end of another weekend. I think Sunday nights are the worst for me. I start gearing up for my early start on Monday, and I typically feel like I didn’t accomplish something critical that I really wanted to get done over the weekend.

I also feel more lonely on Sunday nights than any other night. What with long work days and the typical evening routine to follow, week nights are fairly mundane and go by quickly. Friday nights and Saturday nights are for unwinding and relaxing. I may just spend those evenings kicking back at home on my own or with friends, or I may go out. Either way, they are the evenings for fun.

Then Sunday night rolls around. Although Sundays are typically considered the first day of the week, for me they seem like the last. As the daylight fades on Sunday, my final opportunity to finish up whatever thing it was I wanted to accomplish “this week” is fading with it. I’m often tired on Sunday nights and wanting to savor this last bit of freedom from work, but ironically I usually have to spend some time working Sunday night prepping for Monday.

And after spending a couple days with friends old and new, I find myself alone on Sunday night and feeling isolated.

Tonight, after 2 days of riding around quite a bit on my bike, I’m slightly sore as well as tired and lonely. I’m treating myself to a hot bath with a cup of fragrant herbal tea, and a good book. When the bath grows cold, I’m certain to be feeling drowsy and sated and ready for bed. Ready to take on another Monday.

Making adjustments

I’m still working like a fiend. So much so that I have not been able to get out and really enjoy my garden as I have in years past. I’m hoping I can catch up in June when I’ll finally be able to come up for air.

I did get my washing machine last Saturday. A fancy, schmancy energy efficient thing that’s whisper quiet as it goes about its work and promises to operate for about $11 a year. I’m not sure how I would measure that without a kilowatt meter and some sort of water heater meter hooked up to it, but it looks pretty impressive in print.

After a crazy work week, today was a whirlwhind of a day. First, I cycled off to the Lorna’s Laces Sale and Tour, an annual Windy City Knitting Guild event. I met up with Jamie and Chris there at around 8 AM, then went to wait at Beans n’ Bagels on Montrose until the actual event opening. [It was there we saw Rahm Emmanuel getting a couple cups of coffee and then leaving the store to get into a black SUV where it appeard his wife was awaiting him. We all waved at him as he left and he gave us a thumbs up back. He’s much smaller in person: both shorter and smaller in general than he looks on TV. And I didn’t hear him swear once. ;-)]

At the Lorna’s Laces sale, we all bought a smallish quantity of yarn (compared to what has happened in years past for some of us) and then proceeded on to Lillstreet Art Center for a special event. Chris was in her element, as she is an avid student of the wheel there, and she was excited to show Jamie and I her most recent pottery handiwork.

I was torn between checking out the excellent art of my friend, and the event: an urban farming celebration of chickens. One of my fellow urban chicken keepers – who is also an artist at Lillstreet — had arranged for this event that included a special menu at the resident cafe, a full display by Martha Boyd of Angelic Organics Learning Center, and a showing of the Mad City Chickens documentary.

It was an incredibly fun day, but I was ready to cycle home at about 2 PM when all was over. I rode against the wind all the way home, and so was exhausted and ready for a wee nap. I lay down with the newest Mary Russell book (thankfully acquired quite easily through the Chicago Public Library and thereby sparing me a few bucks in my budget), and was just getting into it when the dogs started getting rather riled and my mobile phone rang.

I picked up the phone — a call from Rachael — and looked out the back door to see that it was the arrival of my nephew and a friend on their bikes that was exciting the dogs so much. I put off Rachael for a bit, and visited with my nephew instead. The dogs were quite excited by the stimulus of these teen boys, and from there the real trouble started.

The boys were preparing to leave and were standing in the driveway with their bikes when the fight erupted. It seems that competing for attention became much too serious and the dogs began to fight. In earnest. Now, there have been a few skirmishes here and there since the big household upset of divorce and loss of a human presenance (Mark). But this was pretty serious.

I waded into the fight, picked Hannah up by her hind-quarters, and pulled her away from Sadie. True terrier that she is, Sadie launched herself at Hannah and the fighting resumed. Next, I grabbed Sadie by the hindquarters and then picked her up entirely. Hannah moved away, and I was able to get a close look at the damage Sadie had suffered.

It was disturbing: she had saliva all over her head and neck, and was starting to bleed from several wounds around her left eye. This was serious. After seeing my nephew and his friends safely away and putting Hannah in the house, I put Sadie in the car and headed off to the emergency vet.

Cubs traffic made it impossible to reach the one here in the city, but I was able to get to the one in Skokie within the hour. Luckily, Sadie’s eye is fine, but it was a close call. She has lacerations and bite wounds all around her eye and on the eyelid itself, so she will require oral antibiotics and an antibiotic salve in her eye for several days.

And per the vet’s instructions, I now have to send the dogs back to “boot camp.” The changes in the household have led to Hannah trying to move up in the pack hierarchy, to the detriment to Sadie. So instead, Hannah is leashed most of the time and I hold her back to be second to Sadie — the older, but smaller dog. Hannah must eat after Sadie, must go outside after Sadie, must only be allowed to get attention from me after Sadie.

I don’t mind, but it is a bit more work, for sure. It’s not easy being the alpha in a pack. But I do what I must. Oh, and that precious household budget is also quite reduced by a trip to the emergency vet. Again, I do what I must.

Living and working

I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been so busy with…well…life! This is a good thing!

It’s true that I’ve been working quite a bit, too. We’re quickly approaching our fiscal year end and I have a HUGE project that must be delivered on June 1. Needless to say, I know how I’ll be occupying my time the last weekend in May. 😉

But it hasn’t really been all work and no play. I’ve found time to go out and be with friends quite a bit and have learned some new things, too. For example:

  • Last Sunday I learned a new way to prep and cook a whole chicken that involves de-boning and stuffing it
  • For two weeks in a row, I spent Wednesday nights with Betsy at the Matchbox, chatting with “the regulars” and kicking back
  • Last Saturday night I connected up with some old friends I’ve known since I was a child
  • And, I’ve been fitting in stuff for the kitchen remodel, such as picking out a sink and faucet, light fixtures, and tile

It’s actually been pretty difficult to fit in personal care stuff like going to the gym and the grocery store or taking care of the yard. Which is why I’m home on a Friday night tonight catching up on my blog. I made a decision to NOT line up something to do tonight so I could get home early enough to mow the grass before it got dark, and then go to the gym.

Despite all the running around and intensity at work, I’m feeling quite good these days. I think I laugh more often and more spontaneously. I don’t feel so lonely anymore, either.

Maybe the fact that it’s spring and there is so much blooming around me is helping to lift my mood, too. I’m not sure. So, even though I have to fit in time to go out to Abt tomorrow to buy a new washer (definitely NOT a planned purchase, but when the 18-year old washing  machine breaks, you gotta bite the bullet and replace it), I’m not stressing very much at all.

Yep, life is good.