Yesterday I tried to finish Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, and I couldn’t. It was too much scalping, pillaging villages, and murdering people. He made it all so mundane that I got bored.

So instead, I read The Road Through the Wall by Shirley Jackson. Excellent book. Today I am going to start and probably finish To a God Unknown by John Steinbeck.

I was making lunch yesterday at the same time my youngest was making noodles. I was looking in the pantry for these packs of microwaveable quinoa and brown rice to make with the shrimp scampi I was cooking. The box was empty, so I said out loud, “This box is empty. Ain’t nothin’ in this box.” My youngest was sitting in the front room at the time.

He finished making his noodles and said, “I’m going to get a Dr Pepper because I know the Pepsis are empty. Wait, which box did you say was empty, ain’t nothin’ in the box? Pepsi or Dr Pepper?”

“The box of quinoa and brown rice,” was my reply.

He looked utterly confused when I said that and asked, “Where were you when you said that?”

“At the pantry,” I told him.

“Oh,” he said. “I thought you came out of the bedroom.”

“Nope,” I said. “I was at the pantry.”

I guess it was payback for Friday. I took a bath, and I had to use my surface headphones because I couldn’t find my earbuds. If any of you know where my earbuds are, please tell me because I can’t find them. I have looked everywhere, and it’s making me crazy.

Anyway, after I got out, I was sitting in the living room and still listening to a podcast with the headphones. I looked over to my right to the chair my oldest usually sits in, and instead of my oldest, it was my youngest. It startled me. I took off my headphones and told him he scared me and why. Then Dan said, “He had a whole conversation with you.”

“He did? What did you say?” I asked.

“I told you I was waiting out here for (my oldest, but he said his name) to get out of the bathroom,” he replied.

There was a discussion about my youngest using the second bathroom so he didn’t have to wait. While I marveled at the ability of my headphones to block out all sound around me, he went to the bathroom.

That was my weekend.

That is all for me. Have a sabbatical Sunday.