Hello and welcome. Come on in. Can you believe it’s the last weekend of October?
It may be strange for me to say that I’m looking forward to winter. Maybe it’s because I can finally enjoy a few nights of TV or maybe it’s because it’ll be too cold for yard work. Who knows what the reason is, all I know is I. Am. Tired.
I am tired of the long work weeks. I am tired of mom always complaining like everyone and everything should revolve around her like the sun. I am tired of mom’s constant asking for pity and never think I might need some sympathy as well.
Fitbit recently rated my stress management at a score of 67. That’s probably the lowest I’ve ever seen it. I am usually in the 75-80 range. It’s not often I dip below an 80, which means I must be stressed especially I have been working over 50 hours 4 weeks in a row. When I’m not working, I’m shoveling rocks into a wheelbarrow, to be transported to various spots in my front yard.
The other night my uncle and aunt came over and watched me scoop rocks into the cart. “I didn’t know you’re so strong.” My uncle said. I almost smirked. I am many things but weak isn’t one of them.
Speaking of front yard, ta da!
You can see there’s still that big pile of rocks next to it. Though it looks pretty complete, there are still lots of places to fill it. My generous mother already gave quite a bit away to the neighbors across the street with the pile that was on my driveway. She’s going to give more away to her sister. I told her, “I must be compensated.”
She said no. “They are poor,” was her response and she’d managed to push the excuse that they raised me for 3 years again. Of course, she’d say that. Well, those 3 years were the crappiest 3 years anyone can ask for. I was a child and they treated me like an outsider.
I wonder if she had purposely miscalculate the footage, knowing no one else would be willing to help me measure the area, foot me the bill knowing I’ll feel guilty to pay for it, just to buy the rocks for everyone. Maybe I’m being paranoid, putting ridiculous thought in my overly-imaginative brain. Am I losing my mind? Either way, there’s no way I’d end up with that large pile of extra rocks if the area was measured and calculated correctly.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I spent Tuesday this week listening to a book on using the lunar cycle for self-care. It got me curious about Zodiac signs. I went online and Googled. It turned out I have been confusing my sun sign with moon sign. My sun sign is Libra while my moon sign is somewhere between Aries and Pisces.
According to Google, I was born while the moon was changing phases. The website told me to read about both Aries and Pisces and see which one I am like the most. Well, it turned out, I see myself in both Aries and Pisces. Maybe I’m both. I learned something new about myself.
Thank you for joining me for this weekend’s #weekendcoffeeshare and hope we’ll both return next week.