I am far too old for this. Since Wednesday, out every night and not back until 1 or 2 in the morning, or, even later. What am I thinking of? As I normally get up at 5.45, I find that I cannot really sleep in past about 7 whatever time I arrive back home the night before.
Dinners with friends; dinners at friends; parties at friends; just out with friends. And, come about 11 I get so tired. I mention that I shall go home and I get the response of – “Really?” or “Stay a little longer”.
It has to stop but not for tonight or Tuesday night and, probably not Monday night either since I need to ask someone for help.
The idea of coming home after work and just sitting down with a glass of wine and watching a film is such a pleasurable thought, almost like paradise. Not that I don’t enjoy being out with friends, of course. It is impossible to say “no” even though I should. I don’t want to disappoint friends and I enjoy their company – it is fun. And life is too short to miss out on “life”. And friends are what makes life worth living, in my opinion. The joy of being in the company of like-minded people or people who are fun and talking or laughing is what is so good.
And now the boys are pressing to be taken out. They do not see the snow that is falling (enough of winter!) nor would Dino care. So, whilst they wait, they play or, rather, Dino winds Rufus up by walking round him with the occasional lick or nudge or, worse, trying to mount him. As they are now separated when we are not here and at night (because of the barking problem) it’s the ritual they go through each morning and evening. After Dino has brought out, one by one, his toys for me to throw or, again, to try and wind Rufus up.
Then, for a short while, one of them lies on his back whilst the other attacks at the throat and, if it’s Rufus doing the “attacking”, the way that he kneels down, his paws tucked underneath him, to stop Dino going for the feetĀ – until one of them barks or yelps too loudly and they get shouted at.
The ritual of checking who’s boss, of course. I think it’s still Rufus but Dino gets stronger and bolder and more clever every day.
So now it is a shower and out for the long walk we always have at the weekend even if we are not able to have that during the week (depending upon time).
“The idea of coming home after work and just sitting down with a glass of wine and watching a film is such a pleasurable thought, almost like paradise.”
I totally agree with you Andy. I don’t like going out after work, I prefer a good “aperitivo” with my girlfriends during the week. As for the weekend, Gabriele and I are quite similar. We enjoy going out for dinner or going the movies but sometimes we stay at home (like today) and relax (reading, playing with Duick) etc..
I love my house and I try to spend free time within these old walls.
Ciao Bianca,
Your Sunday sounds ideal. If you love your house it is always nice to be there.
I once tried the whole coming home from work, having a glass of wine and watching a film thing, but it seems so odd first thing in the morning! I couldn’t help thinking of the old English alcoholic stereotype of “Vodka on the Cornflakes”.
Really, of course, it’s your evening but I think, if I was doing your job, I would feel the same way.