So I survived my first 3 shifts at the butcher shop, and am still loving my new job. Thankfully though, yesterday was Monday, which I got off of work. BOTH JOBS. I whole freaking day off! But, naturally, I couldn't just veg out and get some much needed rest could I? Oh no. I dragged my poor boyfriend up to my other home, up island where my parents live.
See, since I technically live there, and more importantly, my cat and dog live there, I have chores to tend to in exchange for their board. Fair exchange to be sure. It was a beautiful day and I figured I could work on my tan while getting the lawn mowed. My boyfriend (I'm really going to have to come up with a fake Internet name for him soon) was so wonderful and did the weed-eating for me. I really hate weed-eating. Unfortunately, the lawn mower decided half way through that it didn't want to work for me, so that chore didn't get finished until my younger brother came home and did it for me.
Okay, garden time. I have a large vegetable garden at my parent's place. Well, it WOULD be a vegetable garden is the G-- D--- morning glory would stay the heck out of it! I don't know what I've ever done to so offend the gardening gods that they cursed me with an amazing ability to grow this weed. It's a terrible weed! Any little piece of stem or root that you miss seems able to spring up a completely new plant. I showed the plant to the boyfriend and we started pulling up the weeds. Unfortunately, being blessed with a total lack of any kind of allergies, I never, not even for a moment stopped to consider how all the time weed-eating and with the lawn being mowed and the pollen was affecting the poor guy who suffers from hay fever. Poor thing was miserable. Or maybe it was a brilliant ploy to minimize the amount of weeding he had to do. "Okay babe, you don't have to help me weed. Can you grab that box of pea seeds? yeah, that's the one. Now in any bare batch on these rows, I want you to plant a new seed, okay?" Yeah, I know, I'm a horrible girlfriend. THEN I made him go to Rona with me and pick up new stakes for the beans and peas. Done? hahahahahahahaha! Oh no. We have to put netting on the stakes for the plants to climb on.
When I was finally ready to call it quits on the garden for the day, I decided some relaxing time was in order. We'd worked pretty hard in the sun and it WAS my day off, after all. But no, I don't think for a moment of going inside where my boyfriend might be able to recover from his allergies. Nope, back into he truck and down some logging roads to my favorite swimming hole. That's right, it's only been nice here for 2 weeks, but in my twisted little mind, that somehow means that the river coming down the mountain is calling me in for a swim. Let me tell you, it's been a very long time since I've taken a dive in and come back to surface struggling to breath because it's so cold. But I loved it. It was exactly what I wanted. But for some reason, my boyfriend wouldn't come in with me.
Wuss
Later that night was my oldest nephew's birthday dinner. He turned 4. Kids are so great at that age. Or maybe he's an exceptional 4 year old. Hugs and kisses are common place from this little guy, and then he runs off and plays quietly with his younger sister and cousin, or on his own. He's such a little gem.
It was a perfect day by my standards. Not so much by my boyfriends. After the birthday party I made him drive my standard truck back down to Victoria, which is a task he's still not comfortable with. For the record, he did a great job and didn't stall even once. Now it's Tuesday and I'm trying to get switched on for a shift at the adult boutique and start my new week, but it's so hard to leave behind perfect weekends.
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