Last night I laughed out loud for a while. Perhaps about forty minutes had already passed since my partner started playing a Spanish series. I was quite tired, struggling to keep my eyes open, I could barely understand the dialogues, even though I speak Latin American Spanish, I have a hard time understanding the accent of Spaniards. I almost have to turn up the volume, and better yet if I turn on subtitles. The truth is I wasn’t understanding anything I was seeing on the screen.
She made some comments about the series and I responded with very generic answers. With all her suspicion, she told me that I probably wasn't understanding, but I tried to take it as someone who is supposed to be understanding. Unexpectedly, she asked me to tell her what the series was about, and my unplanned reaction was to burst out laughing. I couldn't control my laughter; it had been a long time since I had laughed so genuinely and heartily, and I was practically laughing at myself.
I feel like my body released tension with so much laughter, which in itself made my partner laugh, although that didn't save me from his interrogation. I was a little tired after spending the day visiting my mother, I got up at six in the morning because the drive there is a bit long. By about nine-something I was taking my mother out to warm her body in the sun. I was lucky to go with one of my brothers, and he offered to cook for everyone; he's very good at it. I'm bad at cooking large quantities, so while he cooked, I bathed my mother.
By six in the afternoon, I was back and met up with my partner to hang out for a while. We had pizza for dinner, and when we got home, we drank a couple of cold beers. Finally, I was able to throw myself into bed. I urgently needed to rest my head, literally.
It was a good Saturday, nothing extraordinary but pleasant and spent with important people in my life, quality time. However, I need to talk to my partner about choosing the series we watch together, although this time the laughter was enough to make it a perfect moment.
And today, Sunday, I worked at my friends' bakery from early in the morning, something I'm looking forward to quitting, although they don't know it yet because I don't have a plan to get out of that job right away. I dream of being able to quit in the medium term and I'm working on that.
A couple of beers with a friend and hot dog to end Sunday afternoon. The weekend was productive for me. I feel like I got a few things done, and now I'm going to watch an online Excel class. I need to refresh a lot of things and learn new ones. I don't want to be caught off guard at the office. I don't want something similar to what happened to me with the series to happen again. There, it wouldn't be laughter but embarrassment and tension, so let's get to work! Here's to my Sundays off from work of the bakery!
