So, The Missus indulged herself by going on a beach mini-weekend with a girlfriend.
Of course I pounced on the opportunity for a hedonistic erstwhile-bachelor weekend of my own.
And before you get your collective backs up (or, alternatively, let your collective imagination run riot): no, I didn’t do anything that a stereotypical bachelor does. Even an erstwhile stereotypical bachelor. Here’s how I spent the last couple days:
Saturday:
- Worked on Merry-Go-Round until a little after noon.
- Ate a South Beach Diet wrap for lunch.
- Worked on Anhinga Press Web site until about 4pm.
- Showered.
- Went to Borders. Bought two books for myself using recently acquired gift card. Also bought one book for The Missus.
- Stopped at Blockbuster, rented two movies.
- Returned home. (Now we’re up to around 7pm.) Fed the cats. Made a drink. Called for a pizza (large, thin crust, pepperoni + extra cheese).
- Played a video game until pizza arrived.
- Around 8:15, sat down with pizza and started watching the first movie. (Thumbs up.)
- Called The Missus at the beach house.
- Watched the second movie. (Ehhhhh… all right, but only all right. I can see why it has something of a cult following.)
- Channel-hopped, briefly.
- Bed.
Sunday:
- Read the newspaper.
- Played video game. (Started new character because stepson was possibly coming over to play, and I didn’t want my character to be “too experienced” if he did show up. This will make sense to you if you’ve adventure-gamed, video-/console- or computer-.)
- Talked to stepson. He couldn’t come over, because he was feeling a little… umm… ragged from the night before.
- Started load of laundry.
- Wrapped up video game for time being.
- Straightened up kitchen a little. Did cat-litter thing.
- Thought it would be good if I accomplished something at least vaguely household-like before The Missus’s expected return, late Sunday or early Monday. Settled on replacing light bulb for fridge ice/water dispenser. Problem: What size/type to get? Owner’s manual decidedly non-illuminating on this point: “Replace with identical bulb.” Removed bulb. Noticed in owner’s manual instructions for replacing water filter, which was about due. Replaced water filter. Washed top shelf, which was unbelievably grody. Discarded old stuff from top shelf.
- Moved load of laundry into dryer.
- Went to Lowe’s for replacement bulb. According to label on cabinet where small light bulbs are located, apparently two types of bulb might match one from fridge. Cabinet actually contained only one of these types. Bought blister pack of two of these bulbs.
- Still in Lowe’s, looked at ceiling fans (which we’re considering getting for a couple rooms). Got ceiling-fan brochure/catalog for The Missus’s perusal.
- Paid for bulbs.
- En route home, stopped at WingStop for dinner-to-go.
- While order being filled, returned movies to Blockbuster and went to supermarket.
- Brought dinner + groceries home.
- Made drink, fed cats, debated what to watch, settled on 1966 season of original “Avengers” series. (Mrs. Peel sole real concession to weekend bachelor-fantasy hedonism.)
- Ate, while watching first “Avengers” episode (“The House That Jack Built,” a classic of Avengers-style gimmickry).
- Refreshed drink and paper plate of WingStop goodies.
- Started second episode, “A Sense of History.”
- While opening credits were rolling, front door opened. The Missus staggered in while a boneless chicken strip was en route to my mouth. Paused episode, communed with Missus. She gravitated upstairs to her computer because she was afraid she’d prematurely interrupted my bachelorhood. (She had, but that was over 15 years ago <laughing>.)
- Remembered laundry. Put dryer on for second short cycle.
- Replaced bulb in fridge. Clicked “On” button. Bulb blew out. Conclusion: find the OTHER apparently matching type, somewhere besides Lowe’s.
- Wached rest of “A Sense of History.” Time: a little post-9pm. Translation: time to start getting ready for bed.
- Pressed off some stuff. Got water etc., put out fresh dry cat food. Kissed Missus good-night.
And here I am.
There, there. Have a seat while you recover your breath.
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