Anomalies

Is it wrong that I just chugged a substantial 'sip' of wine and it's only 9:35AM on Sunday morning?  It was leftover from last night and it was the 'good stuff' - which cannot go to waste.  And suddenly, I can turn the heat down 'cuz I feel warm from the inside out.  Maybe I've solved a world issue - use less oil for heating and drink wine instead!?

If the leftover wine had been the $2.50 Chuck ($2 Chuck has been a victim of inflation, sadly) I procured at Trader Joe's last weekend, I probably wouldn't have considered drinking it.  But a $15/bottle Gamay Rouge?  I'm not letting it go to waste.

I was surprised to see it still here by my desk this morning 'cuz if H. had seen it, he would have consumed it.  (I want to use the past tense for 'drink' at the end of that sentence but it looks wrong and I always am reluctant with that verb so I will use a synonym instead).  And I don't want to spend time looking up the tenses for 'to drink'.

I did look up how to spell anomalies, though.

H. is a big fan of our Gamay Rouge - I appreciate that he's got a sense of 'good wine vs. bad wine'....but on our nickel, he doesn't get treated to the good wine that often.  Come to think of it, we are running low on that vintage and there's no money in our budget at the moment for another case.

How wrong would it be to pencil in a 'wine budget' monthly?   Is that too pretentious?

I reminded myself this morning that the months where we didn't stick to our budget as closely as we'd hoped (there was a sale on K-Cups so I splurged and ordered a bunch - it's the coffee that got J. interested in coffee [Green Mountain Sumatran Reserve] and we haven't had it in a long time) - all that 'overspending' situation means is we put less in discretionary savings that month.  And considering our incoming budget has been greatly reduced for quite awhile now with J. being officially retired, the fact that we have ANY discretionary savings is something I should be proud of.  Instead of stressing myself out that we were 'over budget' a bit, I should just let it go and think of it as 'we didn't quite reach our savings goal this month'.  'Cuz that's what's really happening.

(I may have just convinced myself to order a case of Gamay Rouge).

Most mornings, I know H. is home by the volume of dishes in the sink.  I'm fine with it 'cuz I give the kid extra credit for being completely happy with leftovers.  He comes home when he gets home and raids the refrigerator and last night, two containers of something were consumed.  He is the only child of ours who will eat leftovers - B. won't consider it under any circumstances - and I'm happy he will.  I think it's born of necessity - B. will cook for himself but H. is reluctant to do the same - so survival requires he eat what's available that he can reheat easily.

I could also know he's home by the King Cobra Malt Liquor bottles I find in recycling some mornings.  The reviews on that particular beverage say it's horrible but it's cheap and does the job.

I try not to judge.  It's hard.  But I try.

H. went to Santa Cruz with friends yesterday and had a good time.  Surprised they wanted to go when Tracy has been socked in under clouds since Tuesday - and still again today, darn it! - 'cuz the coast will almost certainly be a foggy mess if we are.  But they went and had fun so it's all good.

Today, I'm heading up to Jackson for the afternoon.  Carefully creating budget by saving leftover lunch money (I used not a single dime of my weekly allowance last week - bringing breakfast and lunch to work and making my iced teas - all with J.'s help, of course!).  And a little out of savings 'cuz it is my entertainment.  Yesterday, a bunch of invites arrived from the casino including a 'reception' for the new VIP players - and another event that I'd like to wedge in - we'll see how that plays out.  They are all on 'weeknights' which makes a 3 hour round-trip drive more of a challenge - but it might be do-able.  I told J. 'I will probably only be a VIP for the next six months - so I just want to enjoy it a little bit'.

Though I might win big again today and have another six months of fun ahead.  It's all about the possibilities.

And the best part of this lazy Sunday morning is that tomorrow is another day off!  The sleeping in is lovely -