There were some ups and downs, but for the most part it was ...
A WEEKEND WELL SPENT
1. We may get rid of one of our dogs, something we’ve pondered for more than a year now. Friday night, he got sick (not his fault), but it helped us come closer to a conclusion.
“Bear just shit on the bed.”
“What?”
“I don’t know if it’s shit or puke, but it reeks.”
“He’s such a pain in the ass.”
Mind you, it is rare for such language to be used at Casa del T-Bone. The gravity of the situation was quite heavy. Our little chihuahua did something grievous to our sheets and comforter. Thanks to a bottle of pre-treater and quick washing, there were no stains. More than $100 bucks later, the dog is feeling better. We aren’t.
2. My parents visited on Saturday for an early Father’s Day and arrived via train. What’s the big deal, you say? This being Texas, few people take the train – especially on the weekend. Need I remind you that this is Land of Big Hair and People Who Drive Themselves (Usually in Monster SUVs) Everywhere? If it fit, that’s what our license plates would say.
Anyway, my parents were in much better moods sans directions- and traffic-related arguments. My mom even gave me a haircut. I had flashbacks about losing an ear when she’d cut my hair routinely when I was a wee one. I'm happy to report I've got still got both of them. The stitches come out next week.
We cooked them lunch (buffalo chicken strips, potato salad, green salad and cornbread), visited awhile, and then took them back to the station. That is the way to travel, especially when you’re in your late 50s and early 60s and quite easily irritated.
3. Saturday evening we had dinner at a friends’ house and another couple. Six adults. Seven children. Ours was by far the cutest (duh). The man of the house grilled some brisket, there was potato salad, fruit salad (our contribution), garlic bread, baked squash, a green salad and banana pudding for dessert.
Started off playing Uno Attack®, a violent twist to the classic card game. The second game lasted about an hour, which had us cheering when it ended.
Lots of fun nonetheless.
4. Had a quiet Father’s Day. Was awakened pleasantly by a baby in my face. Went to church. Went home and had lunch. Then, the best part, all three of us took a “family nap” on the bed. For more than two hours. That needs to be a weekly ritual!
“I wish we had a picture of this.”
“Next time I’ll set up the tripod. Too. Sleepy. Now.”
5. I grilled some chicken (turned out really spicey) for dinner, which made it seem more like we’d been having a 48-hour picnic. We took a walk about 8 p.m. (already becoming a family tradition), played with the baby awhile, the Petite Filet fed him, and then ...
I rocked him to sleep in my arms. Daddyship has its privileges.
Mondays are inevitable, so make yours count!
