Do I Look Like Dear Abby?

It is Sunday evening again. Specifically it is now 7:21 PM on Sunday evening, and I find that both pleasing and surprising. Surprising in that it is already almost 7:30 PM on Sunday; the weekend has gone so quickly. Pleasing in that despite the fact it has gone by so quickly I’ve had a really, really good weekend. There was a bit of an uncomfortable issue but it was a small one, and it didn’t last long.
So, what made it so great? Several things actually. For the first time since well before Gulf Wars and for the last time until at least the end of May there was absolutely nothing I had to do this weekend. The weekend was all mine. That’s a very odd occurrence. I made the most of the time by staying up very late playing Warcraft on Friday night. I didn’t get home from work until about 9:30 Friday evening and I logged into the game at about 10:00 PM. I played until 3:30 in the morning before logging off and going to bed.
Normally if I’d stayed up that late I would sleep very late. Like till noon. However I was wide awake by 8:30 in the morning. Not only was I awake, I was full of energy. The kind of get out of bed and do something kind of energy that I don’t have often in the morning. MY time was wasting.
So, I got up and spent a couple of hours reading while the laundry was running. I’ve got a new Jonathon Kellerman novel that kept me entertained for a couple of hours. Not great literature by any means, but entertaining. I did about four loads of laundry so I’ll have clean clothes to wear to work tomorrow.
After the laundry was mostly done, I took a shower and got dressed before running some errands. First was quick trip to the post office to check the Baronial mailbox. Picked up about ten more reservations for Spring Coronation (feast space sold out, folks. There is still dorm style cabin space). After the post office it was time to go by Sam’s club where I purchased two hundred 6×9 envelopes that I’ll use for making the reservation packets. I plan each packet having the site token, event schedule, a receipt, and a trash bag. Turlough and I stopped for lunch at a convenient chinese restaurant.
I got home and logged the newest reservations and made a very preliminary stab at assigning cabin spaces and making room assigments. Whild doing so I the somewhat pleasant thought that I could make a fortune for my Gulf Wars Shopping fund by being willing to take bribes to not put some people in cabins or next to certain other people. I could make a fortune, I think.
I spent some time talking to people on line, and and generally goofing off. Watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and The Departed on DVD and generally had a good evening.
Today has been more of the same. I did sleep late this morning, just because I could. I guess I crawled out of bed at about 10:30 am. I was feeling energetic, so I started doing some housecleaning. I must admit I didn’t get very far, but I did make the effort. You see, like most SCA folks, I’m a pack-rat. I am also a bachelor, as is my landlord/roommate. Housework is ever high on our agenda, and the house is full of stuff. I mean, FULL of various types of stuff. We are not ….organic slobs, you understand. There’s nothing funky growing, etc, but the house is so messy I’m not really comfortable inviting people to the house. Normally this doesn’t bother me, but lately I’ve decided to try and reassert some control over the house. Today, feeling full of energy, I decided to tackle my bathroom. I can now say that after an hour of battle, a battle I almost lost, the bathroom is now cleaner than it has been any day since I moved into this house almost four and half years ago. Tomorrow, I plan on tackling one corner of my room. I figure if I concentrate on one small area at a time I should have the whole house done by Mid 2010.
The only real issue I had this weekend was some discomfort with a couple of phone calls I received. One yesterday and one today. Normally I like it when people ask me for advice. Normally it makes me feel good. However, in these two circumstances , both of which involve personal relationships (as in not SCA relationships, affairs of the heart type relationships) I was distinctly uncomfortable. On one hand I was glad that the people involved trusted me enough to tell me their problems, or thought I might have some good advice to give. On the other, and much bigger hand, I was distinctly uncomfortable hearing some of these details. For one thing I was overcome in both cases to tell the people I was talking to “Quit acting like you are in the seventh grade”. That would have been wrong, of course, because the people I was talking with were genuinely upset, real emotions they were dealing with. On the other hand, anyone who knows my particular history in dealing with affairs of the heart know I am probably the least qualified person in the world to offer advice on that particular subject. So, I basically just sat and listened. Gave what very little advice I could, and generally was glad when the conversations were over.