This weekend was a mix of fun and complete duldrums. We had dinner with my dept. at work over at JL’s house. It was fun to hang out with everyone, just be relaxed, eat good fish (all the way from Alaska!), drink, laugh, talk. I’m enjoying my job a lot this year, in a different sort of way than I did before. I’m feeling settled and at home with work. And yet.
On Saturday, we spent the day puttering. We’d talked about going up to Yosemite again for the day but it was hot, we were exhausted and I wanted to nest. The highlight of the day was going out for Mexican for dinner. On Sunday, I was in a serious funk. I hate sitting around all weekend and watching movies or just puttering. I wasn’t in the mood for vegging out but I wasn’t sure what I wanted. When I get restless, I start pining for England. I want to plan a vacation. I want to do something that requires planning. Rob doesn’t get this really but bless him. He tries.
So after moping around for a while, he suggested we get out of the house. We drove up 108 for a while, walked around downtown Sonora and looked at antiques for a while. I needed the break and we needed to talk about my restlessness. It’s never about being married. I love my husband. I love my life. But I have a low threshold for the mundane. I get bogged down in the day in, day out stuff and I burn out. Feeding the animals. Folding the laundry. Sweeping. Constantly sweeping after the dog. Staring at the keyboard. Watching TV. Making dinner. Going to work. Makes me want to poke my eyes out after a while.
We’re trying to figure out where we can afford to go during my 4 breaks from school. I have a week off for Thanksgiving in November, 2 weeks in December, a week in Feb, and a week in April. I’m so thankful for a patient husband who sees me climbing the walls and is smart enough to throw me a lifeline.
Have you been to the Mendocino area? It is gorgeous there. I know what you mean about being trapped in the mundane.