Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Thursday, November 28
I was back in the gym this morning…Recall I had taken the week off because both mind and body demanded it, but both were ready to get back at it this morning…Key when returning to the gym is not to do what you did you last time out because after a week off all the upped weights would have been too much…The trainer I started lifting weights with around the turn of the century said the rule of thumb for welcome back workouts is 75% of what you did last time.
So I bumped everything down a plate or so and felt good the whole way…It’s a good thing I didn’t tried to do the upped weights, because the lower weights were a challenge, tho my experience is the upped weights should be doable Friday morning.
The Wife slept really late and mindful she had to be out the door by 1300, I woke her up at 0930 because I seem to remember she said she wanted to fire up the BBQ for our Thanksgiving feast at 1000…I had a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her and BOOM we got right at it…Recall our plan was to BBQ a couple of ribeyes, accompanied by stuffing and macaroni and cheese and The Wife being The Wife, she made some asparagus, too.
Our Thanksgiving dinner was really good…I made the side dishes…Well, I made most of the stuffing…The Wife cut the celery and onions, but I took it from there: I melted the butter in a saucepan and when that was melted and almost burned I added the celery and onions and sauteed those for a while then poured in the chicken broth – tho, here, too, it was a team effort: The Wife poured it into the measuring cup – and brought that to a boil and then we threw in the stuffing itself, cooked that a little bit until it was fluffy and then BOOM we put it in a casserole dish and baked it at 350 for half-hour.
It was one hell of a holiday meal…The Wife was glad she didn’t have to slave too long in the kitchen over a more traditional meal and we’d both rather have a steak than turkey, anyway…The big news is we were so efficient it was all over before noon…I am not making that up…Well before noon, actually because from the time I woke The Wife up to the final dishes being washed, the whole evolution took less than two hours…Afterwards, we cleaned a little bit…I did some vacuuming – which regular readers of this crap know is my only real cleaning talent – and The Wife fussed around clearing space for me and folding towels…The Wife called this our family activity because back in Sin City it was customary to do something active after the meal and my fave activity remains when we played kickball at the school across the street…Some neighborhood kids joined us and The Wife found herself in a good-natured argument with one of them about some rule, tho I forget what the specific argument was about…I told her there was little profit in arguing kickball rules with an eight-yard-old and she eventually saw my point.
We were so efficient we actually had some time to kill before The Wife needed to head in for her shift at the retailer so after the shower I laid on the bed while she prepped herself for work, no small matter when you consider hair and makeup and whatnot…She also wore a pretty cute green elfs dress with black tights and with some Christmas lights around her neck and her hair, still rather long, was done in pony tails.
I wasn’t completely useless now that I think about…Because she has to be in at 0900 Friday morning, I got her a room at the hotel ($39, plus tax, a hell of a rate) so I packed her bag for her, to include her breathing machine for when she sleeps…It’s a moderate pain in the neck to do this and The Wife probably would not have done it on her own which is bad because she wouldn’t get a good night’s sleep and you need one working the retailer on Thanksgiving weekend and not having to drive to and from The Shire saves her an hour on the road…With the afternoon to myself I got a lot of project work done and after growing weary from that I laid on the couch and read before turning in.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1830 Wednesday until 0130 Thursday…7.0 hours for the night and 28.5 hours for the week, an average figure…I slept good, too, only waking up once to use the can.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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