I started my week with a fuckton of overtime. I worked a 12-hour day on Monday alone, so by then, I was already totally done with the week. Throw in a Fleetwood Mac concert Thursday night and waiting the whole week to find out if I’d be able to get Friday off, and the whole damn thing was a drag.

Fleetwood Mac was fucking fantastic. I’ve been lucky enough to see them three times now–and of course a different lineup each time–and they’ve solidified themselves as one  of my favorite bands. I went from being a casual fan of my mom’s favorite songs to falling in love with the songs my mom never played. I anxiously await the day they worked things out with Lindsey Buckingham, because unless this lawsuit really fucks things up, which it very well might, we all know this is just how the band works.

But I did not get Friday off. I functioned just fine, but man, I was really hoping to sleep in and chill out. On the plus side, if I’d gotten the day off, I wouldn’t have actually gotten overtime pay if I’d had the day off, and I believe that for the rest of the year, I’m only working two full weeks. I have two floating holidays left to use, too, so if I plan it right, I can probably get that down to short weeks for the rest of the year. Sure, we still haven’t taken a real vacation, but short weeks for two months isn’t a bad tradeoff.

On Friday, we ended up out on a quest for a card for Nolan and Brett’s wedding because I didn’t like any of the cards here in Washington, and as much as I really didn’t feel like driving into the South Hills, I’m glad we did because I’m pretty happy with what we found. And when my mother found out we were out, I had to look for a Snoopy Christmas blanket and pillow set for her, and throw in a few other stops I wanted to make plus dinner, it ended up being a whole trip out. We’d intended to go to the gym and had the time to make it, but that’s a terrible idea right after eating at Mad Mex.

The goal was to hit the gym Friday night then again Saturday morning before we left for the wedding because I wasn’t feeling great with how my dress I wanted to wear was fitting, and even though two gym sessions is definitely not going to make a noticeable difference, it at least made me feel like I was doing something. Sometimes that’s all that counts. Honestly, I probably should’ve scrapped the Saturday trip because we slept really, really late and the timing wasn’t great, but I thought I could squeeze it in. I ended up getting back home super close to when I wanted to leave, but us being us, we hadn’t actually packed yet, so by the time we did that, we were an hour behind with a pit stop or two we needed to make. But we made it just in time for me to get ready.

The wedding was nice and we had a good time, particularly with super drunk friends and some time hanging out in Meri and Erio’s room. The time change was a nice perk, too, since we didn’t wander back to the room we shared with my parents until 2 a.m. And true to form, I slept like trash. You’d think being up so late would’ve worn me out enough, but it didn’t. And I never sleep well when I travel on top of that, so although I felt fine in the morning–or rather, like five hours later–I’m exhausted now. But almost all of us made it to breakfast, and from there, Paul and I headed back to my parents’ house to kill a few hours before going out to dinner with his family for his mom’s birthday. I’d originally wanted to try and host some friends since people were home for the wedding, but clearly, we had no time for that.

Dinner was a nice end to a fun, busy weekend, but we’re definitely glad to be back home. The cat’s glad to have us back, too, and has been very dramatic and restless since we got in. I expect to spend my workday tomorrow having my feet bitten and toys dropped under my chair.

So what’s next? Nothin’. This marks the end of a string of busy weekends. Emily has a play at school in two weeks and we’re thinking of hosting a small shindig Thanksgiving weekend, but next weekend, we’re free to take it easy. We probably owe the cat a weekend of playtime and scritches.


Paul ended up with a bit a of a cold last week, and I might be getting it, too, just in time for a destination wedding of a cousin of his. So far, I just have minor congestion, so I’m hoping it’s more of a seasonal/environmental thing or that my body’s fighting it off.

But he still wasn’t feeling great over the weekend, so we really didn’t do much. We stayed home all day Saturday, and all we did Sunday was a coffee run and walk in the park.

Monday night, Paul’s sister Emily was reading on her campus again, this time as part of the annual alumni reading. We initially weren’t going to go because we’ve seen said alumni many times, and although we love them, we didn’t think driving an hour when they’re usually reading in the city was worth it. Emily had mentioned the reading twice but only mentioned her part in it once, so we kind of forgot about it–and then the professor in charge mentioned it on Facebook and I texted Paul essentially saying it was up to him. I think we both thought we ought to go, so we did. We went to Greensburg for like the third time in two weeks, four if you count me picking Emily up after my hair appointment when we saw Rollins.

We grabbed a quick dinner at Wingharts, and I kind of wish we’d eaten there on our previous Greensburg trip. Paul thinks they’re a little pricey, but I think we got better and more filling food than we had at Headkeepers the week before. Part of that is that Headkeepers is tapas, but we also both kind of felt like although the food was good, we have places we like more. Wingharts is one of them, and since we’d decided to go late, we were pretty pressed for time. Luckily, Mondays aren’t hoppin’ bar nights and we were out of there in less than 40 minutes. It was kind of perfect.

Emily was surprised to see us, since, you know, we’d said we weren’t going, and she read two short creative-nonfiction pieces we got a kick out of. Her fellow students were great, too, as were the alumni. My goal is to get invited one year, but being that I haven’t had anything creative published in going on two years now, I need to actually have work out in the world to present. I’ve got some stuff in progress and some publications in mind, I just need to get around to it.

I’m really glad we went. We ended up chatting for a while with everyone, and I think Paul and I both get a nice bit of motivation anytime we’re listening or talking to writers. They tend to make me want to get to work, but it’s also great to talk to people who kind of “get” you, as kind of dumb as that sounds. I get a satisfaction out of those kinds of conversations that I don’t get anywhere else–when people talk about “finding their tribe,” that’s how it feels.

If you want some great stuff to add to your bookshelf the (published) alumni writers were Adam Matcho and Dave Newman. And my lovely, amazing professor is Lori Jakiela.

Saturday, after a couple hours sitting in Friend Emily’s stylist chair, I came out with a pretty great shade of violet hair and a new subtle undercut in the back, then went over to Sister-in-Law Emily’s dorm to bring her back our way to see none other than Henry Rollins.

We didn’t have enough time to eat nearby–with traffic, parking, and events, especially when I believe there were both Pirates and Pens games that same day, I like a nice two-hour chunk of time to eat, and we didn’t have it. But we did have time to eat elsewhere, so we introduced Emily to the wonders of Mad Mex. It’s a shame she didn’t have the proper appetite to truly enjoy it because it’s the best.

And so is Henry Rollins. He’s one of those guys who’s come through tow a few times in the last several years and I’ve managed to miss him every time, so I jumped on this chance–25 bucks to see him in a small lecture hall in Oakland. Not bad at all. This tour is focused on his travel stories, and he has a lot of great things to say not just about what he’s learned and experienced abroad, but how some of that can apply to us here, with a nice dose of why everyone ought to travel. All three of us loved him.

We came back to the house and slept in pretty late–Paul and I have been experimenting with letting the cat roam the house now that she’s settled in, and the weekend was the first time trying it. I was worried about her getting into trouble so the slightest noise kept waking me up, and on top of that, she has a thing for attacking you under the sheets. We think the issue is that, being a cat, she doesn’t get what they’re for, so when they move, she absolutely must investigate…with her claws. I’ve noticed that for the most part, she only does this right before bed and when she’s awake and ready to take on the day in the morning, so it might also be a play/attention-getting thing, but it hurts and is not conducive to sleep. Which is how I ended up sleeping late into the morning and also why she sometimes gets kicked out with the door shut behind her, as much as I’d love to sleep with a kitty.

We took Emily to our usual coffee run, then took her back to Greensburg. We made a pit stop at the mall for a bit, and after we dropped her off, we headed over into Uniontown to see Million Dollar Quartet.

And turns out half our family was there. I knew my godmother and her husband were going, but my mom’s Aunt Elaine and Uncle Del were there, too, and we were all coincidentally in the same row, just different sections.

Million Dollar Quartet made the Broadway rounds a few years ago, but it’s a great, short musical if you like early rock ‘n’ roll. Brandon and I first saw it when the tour came through Pittsburgh a few years ago and loved it, so hearing it was gonna be in little Uniontown was a pleasant surprise. It has a runtime of just under two hours and is structured almost more like a concert than a musical, so it’s great for the non-musical-theater types, too. And funnily enough, Brandon and I enjoyed it more this time around than the first.

I took Monday off to sleep in, which I really needed, and then we were out yet again Tuesday night. And who did we run into yet again–an hour away from home in Greensburg–but Aunt Lainie and Uncle Del?

We all chose the same place, The Headkeeper, for evening food and beer. We were in the area to see Emily again, this time doing a reading on campus, and they were heading into downtown for a concert.

Emily was one of a few students on the bill opening for a pretty cool, well-known poet, Guante. I’ve never read any of her poetry before, and I was honestly impressed. And she read with the perfect amount of attitude and sass and looked awesome in this jumpsuit she got while we were shopping Sunday. All of the kids were great–and Paul kept saying, “They’re not kids!” We had a really good time, and the only bummer was that my former professor wasn’t there.

And so a solid three days of good times–four if sleeping in counts as a good time–came to and end, and the nice thing is it’s already the middle of the week. Keeping busy can be fun. This weekend, I don’t think we have any plans, but Paul mentioned maybe inviting his parents over. Failing that, my vote’s for a movie. We don’t see enough movies.

Well, the downside to this being my last Saturday having to work is that the way the scheduling works means I didn’t get a three-day holiday weekend–but the perk is that normally, I’d only have Sunday off and would use a vacation day for Monday. So at least I got what would be a normal weekend without having to use a vacation day.

So Sunday, we mostly ran errands. We went for our usual coffee and pastries, but Paul wanted to try this donut place he somehow only just noticed next to Planet Fitness. Turns out it’s more of a hardcore but amazing dessert place, where you can get things like a donut ice-cream sandwich, which is as delicious and terrible for you as it sounds. We got a carrier for our new cat and stopped at the outlets for a bit, got a good gym session in, and then got frozen custard, and that’s how we ate nothing but ice-cream like products for a whole day.

We’ve had a lot of rain lately and Paul and I have a few weekends this month already booked, so the goal is already to cram in what we can when we can. So this weekend, that meant the annual trip to the Renaissance festival. We had the usual plan of getting Emily from her dorm while we were nearby anyway, and with this being the first summer that Jacob and Katie are back from California, Emily had the idea to invite them. Now, I’d thought about the two youngest siblings in the crew, but them joining would mean someone would have to pick them up and take them home, which means a solid two hours of driving out of our way, as opposed to, like, the 20 minutes it takes for Emily. But Jacob suggested we invite them, so we did the whole we’ll-take-them-home-if-you-pick-them-up deal that’s all too familiar to those of us who were constantly asking for rides as teenagers. And suddenly, I felt like my parents. I’d have had a better attitude about it if it were just teenagers without licenses, but one of them is a 20-something who just…has no motivation to drive, and that’s where I start to get annoyed with it. I have no problem driving siblings to hang out when they’re so much younger than Paul, but it’s different when you’re dealing with an adult.

Being out with them all is also kind of hilarious. There were five of them, with Julie living in Erie, and Katie and I were the only significant others in tow. And with five siblings out on a really hot day all trying to manage what to do and where to go, naturally, they got on each others’ nerves, and I feel like almost every single sibling complained about another one at some point over the course of the day. But all in all, everyone had a good time. I think I’ve talked about this before, but I’m very big on doing my best to make sure everyone in a group gets to do what they want to do–I’ve had too many times in the past where I’ve felt ignored at best and pushed out at worst, so I’ve swung hard the other direction when the roles are reversed. The catch is that based off my experience with Paul, I’m pretty sure not everyone’s gonna say, “Well, I’d like to go to this vendor or that show,” but I do what I can and hope for the best.

And we did have a nice visit with the in-laws when we dropped the boys off. They made me watch Spaceballs at last, and I realize for those who know me that the fact that I never saw it before is a major shock. Honestly, though? I enjoyed it, it was funny, but I’ve heard so many of the jokes so many times before out of context that they weren’t as funny. I think The Producers holds strong as my favorite Mel Brooks movie.

And tomorrow, we pick up our new cat! We might have the parents come hang out and see her this weekend, and maybe other than a movie or something, we’ll probably stay in–as much as I want to cram in Shakespeare in the Park this month, I also don’t want to leave a kitten alone the first weekend we have her, especially if we’re only picking her up on a Wednesday. I’d like to have an idea of what sorts of shenanigans she gets into, if any, before we head out into the city for a day.

I accidentally gave myself a four-day weekend. I forgot that I’d be starting my weekend rotation and would have Monday off, and then I’d taken Tuesday off just to use a day. The only reason I picked that day was because not a ton of other people were off, so it worked, and thus, accidental four-day weekend.

And really, the only thing we did was go to a joint birthday part for Terra and her niece, Betty, which was fun. We hung out with her and Jon, were entertained by the kids, Jacob and Katie came for a bit, it was a good time. And the rest of the weekend was pretty much downtime.

It’s nice to finally not have an apartment to have to clean out, so having any downtime at all was nice, let alone more or less four days of it. Monday and Tuesday I mostly just spent at home hanging out and doing some stuff like writing, with a little gym time in the evenings.

For the near future, that’s probably how things are going to be. The perk of Saturday rotation is that because no one else has Mondays off, it forces me to stay home and chill for a day, and at least for the next few weeks, we have no set plans. I’m hoping maybe we’ll get to the movies and stuff like that, but it’s nice to have an open schedule and a little freedom that way for the first time in a couple months.

At last, the apartment lease is up and all of the moving is done. Up to now, we’ve been doing small trips to clean and pack, mostly leaving once the car is full, and then the last few days we’ve been working harder at doing more. I got really, really frustrated with it Monday night because although we at least weren’t moving the bulk of our stuff in a hurry, we were more rushed than I wanted. We closed right at the end of March and my goal this whole time was to get shit done in chunks to avoid the exhaustion we’re feeling now, so I had a nice moment of extreme frustration Monday night, especially thinking about how slow a process it was to get the floors done and how much that held things up.  Fortunately, I have an attentive husband who knew going to get tacos as a late dinner would mostly fix things.

The next step is to unpack all the shit, but I’ve declared we’re not doing anything at least through this weekend. We’re worn out and frankly, the idea that, like, we’re going to have nothing but quiet evenings in the house for the foreseeable future is weird. What do you mean we don’t have to pack and clean at the apartment?

But we’ve had some fun, too. My company picnic was last weekend, so we enjoyed a second free trip to Kennywood this summer, and a few hours later, my mom and I went to see Erasure. She spent the night–and let me tell you, is it great to have a spare bedroom to stick visitors until we have kids–and we hit this spot for a very late breakfast that was really lunch that I’ve been meaning to try for a long time, they just keep difficult hours. They open and close early which is perfect for people working in town, but it means it’s not really an option for evenings or weekends. But it was nice on a Monday off to fuel up for work around the house. Mom helped rearrange some furniture and store some stuff up in our tiny attic space, and that’s one of those extra spaces we gained that’s great. We had a small storage unit in the basement of the apartment, but this attic runs the length of most of the house. You can’t fully stand up in it, but it’s perfect for storing seasonal items and luggage and stuff.

Most of this last weekend was devoted to moving and cleaning, but Mom and I took a few hours to go see the new Mamma Mia, which was a good time. The Onion’s review kind of nails it. It also managed to replace the Erasure songs that had been in my head on a loop.

The one silver lining in this chaotic moving week is that it’s made it go by fast–I was surprised to realize it’s Wednesday. Our only weekend plans are a birthday party, and due to some accidentally brilliant scheduling, I’ve got a four-day weekend. Sure, I’ll get shit done because I can’t not because that’s just who I am, but man, is it nice to know that at the end of a few days of cleaning and packing and moving, I have a block of four whole days where I’m only committed to going somewhere for a few hours. And it’s so fucking nice.

Progress on the house has ramped up a bit this week. Floor installation is at last full speed ahead–we’re still not quite ready to move in, but some rooms are done and ready at least for some boxes and small pieces of furniture to go in. We were hoping to be ready to move in this weekend, which didn’t work out, but maybe next. At the very least, bedroom furniture gets delivered Wednesday and we’ll still need to order a mattress after that, but once that’s in, we can sleep there, even if we still have things to get out of the apartment.

So since yesterday ended up not being move-in day, we headed out to a bar back towards our parents’ places–which we still call “home” a lot–to see my friend Emily’s boyfriend play a little acoustic set and had ourselves a grand time. Hung out, had some drinks, heard some tunes.

Today was housework/errand day. There’s not much left to do in the place right now, but we are having to regularly cut the grass now, so we’ve been doing that every few days or so. With our new battery-powered mower, we get a good chunk of the yard cut before the battery needs charged, but with nothing to do while it charges, we usually just wait and come back later to finish. So this afternoon was dedicated to the very back of the yard, where I didn’t make it yesterday, plus laundry and grabbing a few gardening tools. We ended up making a couple trips back and forth, but the good thing is we stopped at the apartment in between and took a couple boxes full of things over to the house. The goal is to slowly empty the place of non-necessities so that come time to move furniture and then ultimately the end of the lease, it’s easy to do and we’re just left with going through junk and cleaning. The funny thing is as things get carried out of the apartment, it looks much cleaner and more organized. I keep joking that we’ll have everyone over when it’s half empty so they’ll have a much higher opinion of it than they would if they’d walk through the door this very moment.

We’d like to keep doing that throughout the week, as long as we’re not in Paul’s dad’s way while he finishes the floor. I think we can make respectable progress.