Weekend Wrap-up

I opened this blog a year ago today.  I thought no one would read it.  I mean really, who would care?  I didn't anticipate having over 100 followers.  I didn't expect having loyal readers (Sir J, Gray, turiya just to name few).  I never expected to get emails from people I didn't know thanking me, sometimes directly and sometimes through Omega for something I wrote.


Omega encouraged me to blog.  I didn't write to get comments, though they are always welcomed, I wrote to put the past to bed.  It started really as an experiment, could this help me understand myself better?  The answer was YES.  I did have a much better understanding of myself.  Sometimes I go back and read some of what I've written.  There are few posts I really enjoyed writing.  I'm grateful today to Omega for suggesting that I do this.  


Thank you for coming along with me on this journey.  Your support, caring and even the occasional, "what the hell?" means the world to me.  


The weekend began with mouse buying a new vacuum cleaner on Friday.  Omega came home at the appointed time walked through the door and asked where the dog was.  The dog came from upstairs and greeted him.  He asked me if I had given the dog a bath or something.  I said no, I hadn't.  He inhaled sharply and said the house didn't smell so much like dog.   I replied that I got a new vacuum.  "About fucking time mouse." 


And he was right.  I suspected my vacuum from Sears wasn't doing a great job, probably from the day I brought  it home.  Last week, when I took out my little hand held to clean up a small coffee grind spill, I was floored at all the other crap it picked up.  I had just vacuumed earlier that day there was NO way there could be that much crap buried in the carpet.  


Oh but there was.  That and more.  While shopping at the big box place I hate, I walked down the vacuum aisle.  The usual suspects were found.  I settled on a Hoover, lugged it into the cart, and got it.  After putting away the other purchases, I set to work putting it together.  Ok I attached the handle.  It has a sensor that tells you when your carpets are clean.   I'll admit 20 minutes into cleaning the floor, I thought thing the thing was broken.  Then for a moment it read clean...then dirty again...then clean...then dirty...dirty...dirty, then finally clean.  Meanwhile I had emptied the canister 5 times.  Each time it was full and I had only vacuumed around 4 feet of carpet.  


Silly mouse thought her carpets were clean or at least not that dirty.  


A few hours later the carpets actually appeared cleaner. That was amazing and just as embarrassing.  All the heavily ground in dirt areas I thought I'd have to take out the shampooer to clean were clean without it.  


I cooked dinner, did the dishes, tidied up the kitchen and later O and I watched a movie together.  We went to bed kinda early for a Friday night.  Woke early Saturday morning and started out to the farmer's market.  I bought some nice goat cheese, bread, lots of fresh vegetables, and fresh flowers.  Naturally it rained.


We got home relaxed.  Then we played a little in the basement.  We haven't done that for a couple of weeks.  Oh it was fun.  How he manages to get his whole fist up there she will NEVER know.  Subspace came quickly to mouse.  Bliss.  


She woke in his arms, his body surrounding hers like a blanket, protective and she felt very safe.  We made love and she was lost somewhat in a haze. Her brain was very foggy all of Sunday.  It was odd, but even a look from him could send her back. Twice she sat at the computer to do a little work, and twice, she couldn't concentrate.  She gave up trying and instead curled up on the sofa with her head resting on his lap.  Ya she had that need again to crawl inside Omega.   In the evening mouse went through her evening ritual, and eventually curled up beside Omega.  She slept all night and didn't move.  


Today aside from being sore, I'm feeling much more normal.