This was a very sedate weekend, I must say. Friday night was awash with Gilmore Girls as I burned through the end of season one. I started going into withdrawal immediately and had to hook myself up with season two right away. It’s never a good sign when I get too intensely into TV like this. It usually means I’m avoiding thinking about other things.

Those things could very well include my vast drifts of unwashed laundry, the immense pile of financial correspondence that needs sorting and shredding, and the general money issues that have been left unresolved and unbudgeted for several weeks now that require a good sorting-out.

It could also be that I’m working at a job that I should love but sort of… don’t? (as evinced by my having applied for three new jobs in the last three weeks). And it’s the beginning of the school year, and as always I really, really miss school in September when the weather cools down and the leaves start to turn. And my Mum’s been doing a lot of very practical and very necessary but very sad planning regarding settling my Dad’s affairs.

Another part of my obsessive Gilmore Girls watching has been due to weirdness with JVL having an excess of free time, creating less need for compromise when I am home. Before there was the struggle to find a mutually enjoyable show or activity, but now he can get all of his activites done before I come home, so I’m allowed free rein over the TV. Our home routine has fallen out of whack since JVL no longer follows the pattern of: work, work, come home, eat, clean, video games, work.

In the interim between jobs, work was replaced by “do renovation projects around house”. But now we’re in a middle space where his work is irregularly scheduled and he always has to be prepared to take extra shifts when they’re offered, so long-term projects are out of the question. Cleaning seems to have become less satisfying for both of us. And ennui and a sudden abundance of free time are making JVL too bummed out to find passion in regular hobbies like reading, cooking, woodwork or what have you. Everything that once had the joy of being a rare treat is now less interesting because it’s too available. Video games are good as seasoning, but not very filling as a main course.

The past few weeks I’ve been thinking about spirituality a lot, and the religious experience in general. I don’t know what has brought this about, but I’ve been dreaming of churches and silence and scripture and prayer. Very unlike me. I’ve also got the mad desire to lock myself away somewhere and read some very difficult novels. Strange.

There was a distinctly awkward feel to Saturday night, all my fault. I took JVL with me to ‘s birthday party without RSVPing properly, forgetting that at chic restaurants on College Street, you have to reserve each square inch of space, since seats are at a premium. So when we arrived, I sat in the two seats together, thinking they were for us, when they were actually intended for the married couple in our group. A terrible social gaffe on my part for not mentioning that I was bringing my partner: I’m so used to having him around for everything, I made a silly assumption that I’d be invited as half of a couple, and everyone else is so used to him always being at work, that they made a not-unreasonable assumption that he’d be unavailable.

Then at the end of the evening, because neither JVL nor I had drunk any alcohol, and shared an entree between us, and avoided the port and cheese, the bill was not easily divisible, so Myself the Math-Genius was asked to tally my own total and it would be subtracted off the bill. Which would have worked fine, except that when I gave my total I thought it would have a portion of the birthday girl’s total added on, and the rest of the table thought I had already factored that in, so not only was I rude in bringing an extra guest without notifying the party planners, but I also short-changed the group. A very stellar evening in my personal social history. Go me!

On Sunday, I had my Mom over to the house to see the progress that has been made in terms of painting and gardening. And I got a surprise visit from Justin’s cousin and aunt, which is always pleasant. And then roommate K. and I made a very unsuccessful shopping trip to find sports clothing (what is the point of a spandex sports bra, I ask you? attn: Russell Athletics, Nike, Reebok and Adidas – spandex offers NO support for large-bosomed women! find a new fabric!) and then went home and made a delicious dinner of croque monsieur, corn on the cob and pumpkin-cream soup from our home-grown pumpkins.

And that was my odd, sedate weekend.