I really wish I had more exciting news to report, but alas, I’m still wallowing. Hopefully I’ll feel like starting some of my projects soon, specifically cleaning out our garage and planting some flowers.
My Weekend of Wallowing began Friday night when my friend, Emily, spent the night and we ate like kings. We started off with spinach and strawberry salad with toasted almonds and raspberry vinaigrette. Next was this very rich and creamy pasta from The Pioneer Woman. For dessert, we had chocolate fondue with strawberries, bananas and angel food cake cubes for dipping. I should be gaining many pounds in the midst of my wallowing, but I’ve actually lost a few since Peter left. Apparently sadness conquers fat. I think I’ll start a new diet fad.
On Saturday I watched the USA vs ENG World Cup game and was grateful for the tie. Then I spent the evening assisting Travis Williams at a wedding. I don’t know how photographers do it. I feel exhausted at the end of the night and all I do is carry equipment and hold flashes and fix dresses. They must have ridiculous amounts of energy to survive days like that over and over again. I had planned on wallowing when I got home from the wedding, but I got as far as watching the first 30 minutes of An Education before I fell asleep on the couch. I randomly woke up at 4am and finished watching it, though. Even in wallowing, I’m making sure to see through what I start.
Sunday morning was spent at church with my mom. Then I went home and did yard work in the 90-degree weather, which was a pleasant change from the 108-degree weather we had a week or two ago. The yard work also made me feel like I did something productive around my house this weekend.
Afterwards I went to my parents’ house where my mom, sister and I had a girls night in. Mom barbecued some chicken breasts and we watched Sense & Sensibility. I had never seen it before. (I know. I’m sorry.)
I cried the whole way back to my house because I miss my husband more than words can say, so I decided to enjoy a glass of wine, a bowl of fresh raspberries, and the 2005 version of Pride & Prejudice.
Wallowing is my life and it is kind of sad. But that’s alright. I’m almost to the halfway point of Peter’s absence, so maybe once we start heading downhill, I’ll feel better and have the motivation to do more exciting and productive things with my time.
In the meantime, bring on the treats and the Jane Austen.
Sad wallowing
I love you, sister.