Father's Day Weekend

I did eventually go back to sleep and woke up around 8:00 AM. Since neither cat was on the bed, I took the opportunity to strip it and start the weekend wash.

I got dressed in my work clothes (I figured I’d shower later when I was REALLY dirty) and made some breakfast: scrambled eggs topped with hot sauce.

I called my brother Carl back, and found he had a rotator cuff surgery last Monday. He is in a lot of pain, but doesn’t have to wear that weird sling. He volunteered to try and figure out how many great- and great-great-grand children there are in the Goerlich family. (Good luck with that!)

I decided to donate some “fat” clothes to the Salvation Army. I’d been hanging on to them, thinking this weight-loss thing was a passing fad and I might need them again. But, it doesn’t seem to be, so...

I opened up a garbage bag in the bedroom and put in my suit (the one I planned to be buried in), all my sports coats and then a bunch of shirts.

About that time, I heard Jake say “Hello.” Now, I thought I made it clear I didn’t want anybody coming over as my house is a sh*t-hole and, if it was anybody else, I simply wouldn’t have opened the door. But, they have a key, dammit!

They brought me the perfect Father’s Day gift: a gift card for Westborn Market! I think I’ll buy me some lobster tails!!

They apologized for not bringing me their Father’s Day card, which made me laugh. If you noticed in her comment, Amy had a beautiful Father’s Day card she forgot to mail. It must be a Goerlich thing, LOL.

Carla suggested we go out on the front porch (smart girl, it’s the only place in the house that isn’t a pigsty). So, we did and visited for a while until they finally left to pick up their dog from the groomers. Thanks again, guys!

Back inside, I found an email from Jeremy wishing me a Happy Father’s Day. Thanks, dude! So, my only child I haven’t heard from is Melissa, but that’s understandable. I doubt the phone at the cottage is turned on.

I called Lu back to thank her for her card (the only one I actually got) and we chatted for a while.

I washed four loads of laundry and still hadn’t got to the throw rugs.

It was still sunny and warm outside (it was supposed to rain). I kinda wished I hadn’t decided to take the weekend off as it would have been perfect for cutting the grass or mulching the front garden. But I am sticking to my original decision: Father’s Day Weekend is a No-Work weekend!

It was getting late, so I made my dinner. I saw this on a cooking show where they used like two or three chopped up chickens and a Mirepoix (traditionally two parts onion, one part carrot and one part celery) to make a broth. They didn’t use anything (not even the chicken!) but just poured the stock over wide egg noodles. I had a box of chicken stock, so I duplicated the recipe (okay, I admit, I screwed with it a bit. I added parsley flakes and some fresh chives). It was good and I had me another helping (with all the pasta I’ve been eating, maybe I should hang on to those “fat” clothes!)

I fell asleep watching a taped John Wayne movie.

When I woke up on Father’s Day I was hungry (apparently broth and noodles doesn’t get it) so I made three soft-boiled eggs and served them over ripped up sourdough bread with butter, salt and pepper. Yumo!

I moved back to my bed and watched a bunch of taped cooking shows and a movie or two. Yes, it was sunny and nice outside and I should be working, but I was sticking to the plan.

I took a nice nap and then got myself dinner: A huge slice of watermelon, sprinkled with salt. I ate that watching my normal Sunday night shows and then fell asleep. I woke up late in the night and discovered a wet, messy mess on the bedspread. I thought at first I busted my kidneys or something. But it turned out to be the remnants of the watermelon I’d spilled in my sleep.

Damn! Now I have to wash the bedspread again! Thus ended Father’s Day.