Mondays are considered by many to be the worst day of the week. I’m not sure why, and I’ve never really been one of those “I hate Mondays” people. Or Wednesdays. Or any day. Maybe it is still a holdover from 24+ years of school, when for 3 months of the year weekends are the same as weekdays.
That’s still the same for me. I can spend a Tuesday afternoon doing yardwork and a Saturday morning writing my manuscript.
Don’t hate me because I have the life you covet.
That yardwork isn’t easy kids. So yeah. Covet away (suckers).
On Monday, I woke up without a plan for the day. (The whole no-list thing is getting easier. And by eassier I mean easy-ish if you allow me the concession of making a daily list. Which I do. But it’s short. And basic. And I’m not obsessive about finishing everything on it.)
So with no real plan, I started my morning routine – you know….coffee and….well, coffee.
While the coffee was doing its magic in the French press, I take my watering can to the front porch to water my hanging baskets and this is what I see.
My giant maple tree…gone. Replaced with a big hole.
See that tree behind that giant pile of dirt? That used to be where that hole it.
This tree is also a goner. As are pretty much all the trees on the street.
They are putting in a new water line, so my street has been like this for weeks now and those construction guys are out there from 6 am until 8 pm. While I appreciate them working long to speed up the whole process, but it kind of cuts into my porch swing enjoyment.
So I hang out in the back yard and stare at the flowers of my hard yardwork labor.
As if the ripping up of my tree weren’t enough, about 2 hours later, they hit a gas line and everyone on the block was kicked out of our homes.
So….I went to work. And did work. Lots of work. It was, um, good?
My house didn’t blow up and order was restored, but as my friend said, there is never a dull moment around here. My life has a tendency to resemble a shitshow, sometimes.
Monday wasn’t all bad though.
I made up a new delicious snack with avocado. (Yes, I sucked it up and started buying overpriced avocados. And thank holy heavens, because DAMN, I love me my avocado.)
Here’s what you do: steam some vegetables. I like broccoli because the avocado gets all stuck in the flowerets so you get little bits of avocado goodness in every bite. Sprinkle adobo seasoning (or salt, garlic, and cayenne) and squeeze a fresh lime on top. Cube some avocado and mix it all up together.
Eat on your porch swing while cursing the jerks who tore down your beautiful maple. It makes it easier to deal with.
Much as the missing tree thing sucked, I did guilt the guys into digging up my tamarisk stump for me. So…silver lining?
Do you have a favorite or least favorite day of the week? Have you been kicked out of your house for a gas leak?
Believe it or not, this is the second time this has happened to me. When I was an undergrad, my basement flooded, extinguishing the pilot light in the heater. The gas was still coming out though, forming big underwater bubbles of gas. Those bubbles were like mini bombs going off when they reached the water surface and they got so big the windows were shaking.
We called 911 and got kicked out of our home. We thought our house was being bombed. I guess it kind of was.