This
is why my life is a mess.
This
is the week I decide to start cooking
again? Really?
Sigh
. . .
Life
got pretty hectic for a while there. My wife
left me, can you believe that? She quit
to run her haunted house full time—the haunt that is supposed to have a
character based on me, although they couldn’t find anyone to play her last
year.
So
I got stuck doing both of our jobs during our busiest time of the year. I had a headache for two solid weeks after
she left. I sprouted a grey hair over
it. I was more stressed than I’ve ever
been in my life. And we’ve discussed
what I do about things that stress me out, yes?
I quit them.
I
didn’t quit my job. But I thought about
it. I’ve thought about it a lot,
actually.
In
July I went out of town every weekend: the
annual Stockton Lake camping trip with Hunter and his family, the float trip I
wrote about in my last post, Whiskermania in Louisville where I competed in the
Fake Natural Beard category and lost (Ally and Sophie took first and third,
respectively), and girls weekend at my aunt and uncle’s property out in
Williamsburg.
Then
I had the brilliant idea to start taking secret dance lessons. In July.
In an un-air conditioned venue.
In St. Louis.
All
the while still playing soccer every Tuesday and Thursday night.
I
learned how to dance, all right.
