I'm bored bored bored

So, I decided to go on another walk, today.  Those are always stimulating and refreshing in the winter. I walked up to town (as in Andersonville) and then walked some treacherous side streets, too.  The Northside Catholic Academy has a convent across the street, and the nuns were shoveling the sidewalk.  I thought, I should stop and volunteer, but instead, I kept walking and listening to Mick.  My go-to karaoke songs are always Stones, so I was thinking about how to match the pitch in Paint it Black, because it's low.

I also was thinking about all that I should be doing, and the holidays, but then the days just unrolled in front of me, big canvas sheets of blankness with hours to fill and no real deadlines, so I just kept walking until the album was done.

In about an hour, I'm meeting with Amy for a writing date.

I just got done talking to my mom, who has a much busier social schedule then mine, and she had a party for the 200 Club at St. Mary's, my growing-up parish, in Elyria, Ohio.  The 200 club raises funds for the laypeople and teachers at the school, and they sat with Uncle Tom and Aunt Barb, and Michelle and Dave.  The dinner was held at the hall, with Chicken Cordon Bleu and  cheesy veggie medley.   Yum

Then, tonight, she's going to the lady's auxilary Christmas dinner for the Elyria Polish Club.  Our family is not Polish, but the Polish Club has a Clubhouse, with a bar, and fun parties, and a lot of my parent's friends and our relatives go.  They sponsor bus trips to Casino resorts, which my parents really enjoy.

My Uncle John lives near the Polish Club, which is in the older, more rundown section of Elyria, just off either East Avenue or West Avenue.  I've been there before with friends who grew up near there, in fact, Uncle John was his landlord, now that I think about it.  Anyway, there  was a little bit of time where we went to the Polish Club for cheap beers in the mid-90s.  I haven't been since then.

Uncle John loves all things Polish---including the polka, which is big in Chicago. He should come in with my mom sometime and go hear Polka. I told him about the Polkaholics and NYE, but he hadn't heard of them.

My mom isn't sure what the Lady's auxiliary does, and could only report that it cost $30 per year to join and further speculate that they raised money for the not-forgotten box, a toy drive run by the Elyria paper, the Colorful Chronicle-Telegram.  I just hope she gets to eat some good Polish food for dinner.

Anyway, tonight's the big Christmas Dinner, and Sandy Walker, a friend from Elementary School, might be there, too!  We've emailed on Facebook, so I told my mom to tell her hello for me.  My mom and dad will sometimes drive me a little bit crazy, because I'll get off the phone or check email, and they'll come up behind me to see what I'm doing.  I think they do that to each other, share emails and phone conversations, but it drives me nutty because that's private and I don't want to tell them that I'm busy reading blogs or looking up the capital of Moldova because I'm getting a bit antsy from being home for 8 days.

Anyway, I told my mom that she should join Facebook, and she said "I don't want to get involved in any of that stuff" as though Facebook represented a political cause that was just too much for her to consider being a part of.

She said "I don't even return emails of people who email me. I can't type.  Your dad handles all of that."   I got off the phone then, because I was getting anxious to do some laundry before my writing date with Amy, and that takes all my attention.  I also think I was annoyed because she had more to do then me.

The problem with not working, is that I really look forward to spending time with my friends on the weekends, and a lot of times, they are just wanting to chill out and hang at their houses, especially with the cold weather.  So, I end up going on a lot of walks through Andersonville alone.  Which is fine, but can drive a person crazy.

I need to get more done this week.