this weekend marked the fifth anniversary of my mom's death.
it's a milestone i would rather not have to acknowledge.
my uncle, her brother, and my aunt were visiting from across the lake for the weekend.
they were here for a wedding so we mostly crossed paths over coffee in the mornings and cocktails at the tail end of the eve.
guests and weekend plans meant little time for brooding for this wallower.
perhaps, that is healthier.
saturday night our bowling league started.
the same league we were a part of two years ago and then quit.
don't ask.
i was really punky about having to go be social with a large group.
punky with a capital p.
but then it ended up being an enjoyable evening ugly shoes, bad wine and poor scores aside.
i never bowled 100.
i did get a 99.
yet i felt like a million bucks reconnecting with friends.
sunday school resumed early the next beautiful morning.
miss bit asked if there is church in summer.
our bad.
we'll be religious attendees now through spring.
not because we have to...we want to.
it felt so right to be back.
i lit lots of candles after mass and said many prayers.
then t. bone joined coach and me for a coffee date.
only t. bone had a vbf (vanilla bean frappaccino).
we all visited a favorite playground nestled under a bridge, beside the river on the outskirts of the city.
and then the rest of the day we went our separate ways: golf, play date, errands and such.
coach grilled n.y. strips and i made my mom's zucchini casserole at the end of a full day.
dessert was an episode of breaking bad for the over 40 crowd.
i fell asleep exhausted in every way.