weekending

it appears that wash co is indeed ted's course.

he shot a 79 on saturday and took 10th out of almost 200 golfers.

it sure was a nice way to kick off the season and it put him in a most agreeable mood for the rest of the weekend.

he skipped prom.

"too expensive" he complained, but he didn't shell out a dime last year.

he wouldn't have this year either.
just sayin.'

he met up with all his friends later at an after party.

before leaving for the night, he inhaled a beautiful ny strip.

mike stopped at the butcher and that's what he came home with.

jess came for dinner and a game of scrabble.

it was lil's first match and i think she enjoyed it maybe just a little.
she won't admit it lest i seek her opposiion again.

sunday morning we attended palm sunday mass.

every year when we sing were you there, i lose it.

it started to snow soon after we returned home.

it continued into the night.

it was a wet and heavy snow that blanketed branches.
somehow it was perfect.

it was a good day for sunday things...

brunching and reading and napping and baking.

mike made a delicious omelette, i almost finished my book, i snoozed with peanut and then lils and i made mini french silk pies.

mike slow cooked country ribs all afternoon and i boiled some corn for sunday dinner.

it was a good weekend.

a little evidence...

All Good

I'm just stopping by. I had it in my mind to write this week. There were things that I wanted to say. Things that seemed important, but alas no post. Today I don't have anything weighty to write, but I have the urge. I mean it's Saturday morning. What possibly can be heavy or pressing?

Ted left at 6:30 this morning for his first golf match of the season. I could tell he was excited and maybe a little nervous last night. He stayed in and that was the first clue. Well, except for running out last minute to get a battery for his range finder. No comment. He was going to make a stop for balls too, but I unceremoniously pulled a box out the secret closet. They were meant for his Easter basket - a tradition I was toying with skipping this year because there have been many purchases of sports equipment and sprees for the fashionista, but I knew deep down I wouldn't. I've been squirreling away little gifts for weeks. I may skip the candy though. Truthfully, I'll probably give them Easter baskets until they have children of their own.

Ted's early rising didn't wake me. Normally, I would set my alarm so I could a. make sure he was up and b. send him off with a sustaining meal, but I won't be calling to wake him in college, and the team had plans to stop for breakfast on the way to Washington County. It's Ted's course. It's the home of his personal best. No pressure. No great expectations either. It is cold and Kansas crazy windy today. Not ideal golf conditions.

Peanut woke me. He stood right on my chest and meowed in my face until I got out of bed. I was grateful he waited until 8 o' clock. All week I struggled with getting out of bed in the morning - 6:15 turned to 6:30 turned to 6:45 and that's pushing it, but Ted was home sick a couple days so I was down a breakfast and a lunch. He's feeling better and I'm glad. My kids don't get sick often and for that I'm grateful. Grateful for obvious reasons, but also because Ted is an insufferable sick person. I know he felt cruddy and he had to slow down, which is not in his nature, but he moaned and groaned about just wanting to die, and why has he been sick for so long, and when would he feel better. He sprawled out on the floor of my dressing room Thursday morning and I had to step over him to get ready for work. He just wanted me to see his pain and I did. What is a mother's job if not to take care and make better?

I came home a few hours later with a tureen of chicken noodle soup from the Jewish deli. He texted me while I was in line to also bring him dessert. I sensed he was starting to turn the corner. I was right. He ate half a corned beef sandwich, and I do believe he was coveting my half too. Then he polished off the better half of a thick slice of carrot cake. My mama heart was content to see him getting well and also to be able to make things a little better. Yes, I was thinking that I won't be able to do that next year. Sigh.

We didn't make any plans this weekend. The next two weekends will be full so it's good to take it easy. I have 50 pages of my book left, a stack waiting, a request for peanut butter cookies and another for French silk pie I'll likely indulge. Some spring cleaning is imminent. Laundry always. Tomorrow is Palm Sunday. We will be present in our pew to hear the familiar story of the Lord's Passion. There will be Sunday dinner - a coming together at the end to gear up for the beginning. A new week. Holy week. Perhaps, a college decision. Work, school, practices and games, and preparations for an Easter brunch next weekend. All good.

This past week I kept hearing Annie Dillard's words,

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

so simple and so very true.

Grateful Friday

Today I Give Thanks for...

Mike and I just watched Life Itself. I cried a lot. Said "mmm mmm" a lot too. It was my pick, but my guy appreciated and even enjoyed it I think. I love movies that move me. This one was a mover.

I left work at 2 O' Clock, came home for a nap and then went to Lily's second soft ball game of the season. Today she was the triple threat: two triples, a double and a walk. It was great fun to watch.

Uncle B. Bone was there to cheer her on. He's loud and he's proud.

Ted's team is now 2 and 2.

#aprillove2019.  I needed an Instagram challenge.

Green smoothies. This is the secret: put a couple handfuls of spinach in a baggie with 5 strawberries or any berries you want to use up, and the juice of half a lemon. Freeze. Then blend with a cup of water and half a banana. This is the breakfast of champions.

This Hemingway quote:

"The world breaks everyone and afterward, many are strong at the broken places."

I haven't been reading much at all, but I can always find something of interest in the 

The New York Times Magazine.

New shampoo. I've been using some fancy shampoo that did nothing for my hair and then I pulled a sample out of a magazine and my hair was so happy and soft and shiny. It's Garnier Whole Blends. Go figure.

Pals.

Tigger's new spot. Ted's bed.

A new wool rug for the dining room. The boys love it. Me too.

Longer days.

weekending

this weekend i started out with a case of spring fever.

not because the weather was all that warm and welcoming, but rather because the days are so noticeably longer, which makes me feel like getting out more.

 ted also had his first baseball game of the season and that's another sure sign.

empty nest syndrome was quick to follow. 

both the kids were busy with friends much of the weekend.

mike and i actually went out both friday and saturday.

alone.

it's been awhile since we've done that.

then i realized we won't be empty nesters, but single nesters. 

lily has never had solo time.

part of me is looking forward to that.

the part of me that isn't already missing t. bone.

and not missing the hormonal teenage daughter vibes.

it was great to reconnect with so many friends at t's baseball game saturday.

he didn't play last year, and it was wonderful to be welcomed back so warmly by parents and players.

it was snowing outside btw.

he played a little first and he caught.

he even benched it for 2 innings. 

i know he's itching for his regular spot at short, but he'll have to earn his way back.

it's good for him too.

actions have consequences.

that he's willing to do this proves how much he loves this game and this team.

sunday morning we rallied for church.

what a blessing that was.

i don't know why it's been such a struggle because it's always a bright spot in my life.

mike made the kids crepes for dinner sunday night as a last hurrah to spring break.

i had to resist given my no sugar or gluten promises, but they were gorgeous.

no one was eager for monday morning, but the countdown is on now...

to college acceptance and ap/final exams and graduation and summer vacation.

so much good stuff in the purview.

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