Blah

I've been feeling rather blah all day. Unmotivated, unenergized, borderline grumpy; just blah.

Well, actually, I didn't feel like this until this afternoon. I went out with a friend for coffee this morning, and that was great fun. I guess it was after lunch (a rather blah Healthy Choice meal) that I started feeling, well, you know.

To cheer myself up, I started a haiku-writing game on Facebook. Lots of friends posted their lunch-themed haikus. Mine, to get it all started, was

I like Lean Cuisine
but I don't like Healthy Choice
disappointing lunch

Have I mentioned how blah my Healthy Choice lunch was? I bought a few HCs earlier this week, and have been disappointed in every single one of them. The stuff is darned near inedible. Even the entrees that sound good, like pumpkin ravioli, or Asian potstickers, are just too yucky to even finish.

In between poetry entries, I had a nice email volley with my sister, and started writing a piece for a Monday deadline, which I just was too unmotivated to finish. Blah.

Earl is in Canada tonight, cleaning up la petite maison and getting it ready for our renters, who arrive tomorrow. I am sure that has something to do with my blah-ness, especially since we had a tough discussion last night about plans for our vacation time at the end of this month.

Before we were blessed with la petite maison, Earl and I would always go camping in August, around the time of our anniversary. We did this for probably 6 or 7 years, until the property in Canada made it possible for us to afford a vacation somewhere that didn't involve sleeping on the ground. We haven't been camping since, and my enthusiasm for the prospect has cooled considerably in the interim.

Earl wants to take the kids camping this summer, just for one overnight. We've been talking about this for a few weeks, and I've agreed that it would be good for the kids, who would like it, for sure. But at the same time, I've been realizing that I don't want to go, and last night I told him so.

It didn't go well. Naturally, he was disappointed, and after discussing it a bit, I told him to let me sleep on it. This morning, I really didn't want to go any more than I had last night, but made the decision that I would go, and be cheerful about it, because it meant a lot to him and because the kids would love it.

This discussion will need to be continued when he's back home from Canada, as he told me he wasn't sure he wanted to go camping if I didn't really want to. I told him it was fine, I'd be okay with it, and everything doesn't have to be about me, anyway. He's still not so sure he's comfortable with the idea.

I resorted to writing a little note on a pretty card and sticking it in the bag he was taking to Canada, writing that I'd follow him to the ends of the Earth, starting with "our" little campground in Rhode Island. That's where the tent of my thoughts is pitched, for now.