Good morning! Come on in from the heat and cool down with a drink.
Can you believe it? It’s September yet we’re once again heading into triple-digit temperatures. Shouldn’t the weather be cooler by now? Not warmer. Did Mother Nature get her signals crossed?
If we were having coffee, I would give you a tour of the garden. Comparing July and early August garden to this early September garden, it sure looks like the garden has gone a bit wilder in the last month.
Did I mention the tomatoes and pole beans have already grown passed its supports? We are talking about 6-feet poles here. I have a feeling I’ll need a ladder to harvest my beans pretty soon. And look at that cucumber! I specially grew these cucumbers for pickling. I made 2 jars of pickles last weekend. It looks like it’s time to make more.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I’ve done something bad this week. I impulsively shopped and bought $50 worth of seeds, reusable popup garbage cans, and a seed organizer. In hind sight though, I think those things can come in pretty handy.
Everything arrived yesterday. Last night, I spent about an hour organizing the seeds in the organizer while relishing in the quiet. It’s not everyday Mom is in bed asleep before 8PM. I really enjoyed the peace and quiet and wished there was more of it, given the demanding life I lead.
Before writing this post, I googled, “how to relieve anger”. Anger’s just about the only emotion I feel these days, all my other emotions have been somewhat muted. Maybe I’m confused with stress, frustration, irritation. Either way, if there’s an emoji to describe my current emotional state, it’d be the red angry face😡+sad face emoji 😔.
“Doesn’t anyone care how I’m feeling?” I shouted at mom at the beginning of the week. If there’s a way I can crawl into a hole and never come out, I would. It’s so overwhelming to be saddled with other people’s responsibilities while living with a person who blames you for everything that’s wrong with her life.
Last weekend, after having to reprint everyone’s passport photos for the second time, my aunt messaged me Monday evening. All the photos must be reprinted again!
My ink was running low and so was my patience, especially after printing my uncle’s passport application confirmation, which he stupidly saved as a screenshot. I told him it’d be best to save it as a PDF, that way, I’m printing a document rather than a photo, which uses much more ink.
“What is a PDF?” He asked.
I’m not the type of person to swear but in that moment, I wanted to say, “Are you f***ing kidding me? How do you not know what a f***ing PDF is?” My uncle’s not old. He was born after the moon landing of 1969.
Anyway, I told my aunt she must pay for my ink toner. I can’t just do anything for free. The world doesn’t work like that. On Tuesday, my cousin banged on my door, shoved a $10 bill into my hand, and wanted to pick up the passport photos. “I don’t have it done yet.” I said.
Why were they suddenly in such a hurry? I’m not some photo printing service which I can drop what I’m doing and fulfill their orders. Shortly after my cousin left, I got a message from him, telling me he’d print the photos at this office.
I was supposed to attend a department activity this week. Although I think a soccer game is the most boring thing to watch, I thought it’d be a good getaway and a chance to mingle and chat with my co-workers. I could’ve driven my car, which is currently sitting in my garage, waiting on repair parts.
After Mr. CFO tried to convince me to go, I tried to convince Mom to let me go. Immediately, she snapped, “Who will take you? I’m not going to drive you.” I told her if we could go home a little earlier than planned, I could take my car. She continued, “I would advise you not to go. You just had an accident. It’s better to stay home than go out.”
Her voice was getting louder, loud enough for other people on the floor to hear, lecturing me on the safety of not driving. Why do I even bother asking? Apparently, my freedom has been stripped because of this stupid unfortunate accident.
I walked away, back up 2 floors to my desk. As I walked away, I heard her say loudly, “Go ahead, walk away. Ignore me. I only lecture you for your own good.” Gritting my teeth, I thought, I’m a f***ing 31-year-old, I don’t need to seek anyone’s permission.
In the end, because of mom’s stalling tactics, by the time I got home, it was too late to head to the game.
#weekendcoffeeshare is hosted by Natalie of Natalie the Explorer. I appreciate you stopping by and hope to chat again same time next week.