Where Did My Weekend Go?

Posted by Becky on August 9, 2009

It’s 8:30 on a Sunday night and I’m exhausted and I want to know where the hell did my weekend go?

We had a funeral on Friday.  Lil John and Jackie’s great grandmother passed and Lil John was one of the pall bearers and Jackie read from the bible.  It was a beautiful Catholic service, complete with bag pipes ( she was born on St. Patrick’s Day.  I mean, how Catholic can you get, the monsignor pointed out.)  Then we drove to Santa Barbara for the burial and then on to Goleta to meet with her family and celebrate her life at a house on top of hill that overlooked the ocean and was surrounded by acres and acres of avocados.    It was a beautiful  day and even though it was John’s ex wife’s family, they were all happy to see Big John and catch up and  made me feel quite welcome.  Although it did get complicated trying to explain to distant relatives who I actually was so Bonnie’s mom (John’s ex mother in law) decided to introduce me as Bonnie’s Wife-in-law.  That really puzzled them.

Saturday, we had Eli spend the night.  Miss Paris and Sandy came to visit aand that, too, was a blur.  Kids have a way of doing that to you when you get older.  We couldn’t get a sentence in when “Paris, keep your shoes on” or” Eli Don’t tease the dog’.  Came up a hundred million times.  Eli didn’t quite know what to make of a Pairs.  He ignored her as much as one can ignore Paris and did nothing but talk about her all night after she left. Men!

Uncle Joseph and I are attempting to teach Eli poker.  I try to make a point of playing with my grandson as often as possible with old fashioned board and card games.  He would rather play on the computer, but as soon as we start one he wants to play all night.   He got to play with real money so that was exciting   And Joseph kept stealing his pennies so the game went on forever due to their constant counting of money.   But I think it is important to play with real people and that involves getting ripped off  and your ass beat (metaphorically speaking) once in awhile.  Kind of a Grandma’s school of hard knocks.

Check out that poker face.

Uncle Joseph trying to explain to an 8 year old that three of a kind beats two pair pairs.

Then today we had Sunday supper.  Hamhocks, beans and cornbread.  Big John made my moms deviled eggs and I made my own.  My mom dices up olives and I don’t to olives.  So, the whole clan came over.

We played on the swings, we wrote with chalk on the sidewalk and Jacob brought over Tiger Woods Golf for the Wii. They played golf while I planted some new rose bushes and tried to salvage the succulents I planted yesterday in a pot that Darwin apparently didn’t care for my arrangement so he tore them up. That bastard! Then Baby JJ drank some water from the dog bowl and you would think he ate poison.  I thought they were going to induce vomiting.  Good Lord the dogs drink from that bowl every day and not a one of them has died yet.

And now on my way to crawl into bed Darwin had beat me to bed.

And here it is Sunday night and the whole weekend seems like a blur.  The days go by too fast anymore.   I still have gardening that I didn’t finish. Clothes that didn’t get washed.   And now sister calls me and she’s moving to Tennessee in two months.  She’s been telling me for two years as soon as she retires they are out of here. But it just came upon me so soon.   My sister is leaving and I can’t imagine me traveling to Tennessee anytime soon to visit with her.  She lives just blocks from me and we don’t visit that often because well, first we both work and second, she doesn’t knit and then a weekend goes by in a blur and you just figure you will have time later.

I think I might be sad, but I will save that for later when I have time.