This is one of those weeks where I'll be confused all week long as to what day it is. Three-day weekends do that to a lot of us. Other than being rather damp, it was a good Memorial Day holiday weekend.
On Saturday I started a load of laundry first thing and then went grocery shopping. I like to do my big shopping on Saturday mornings, because then I have plenty of helpers to carry all the bags from the car. Around noon Dan and Luke took off for a baseball tournament "down south." For us, that means the southern portion of the Denver metro area. Emily and I went over to a graduation party for my nephew. It was held in my brother and sister-in-law's backyard, the same yard of the house I grew up in. We sat in lawn chairs under the big maple tree with lots of friends and relatives. My cousins' young children ran around and played soccer and played with bubbles and played softball. The older kids "hung out" together.
Later in the afternoon, Dan and Luke arrived and there was much oohing and aahing over how tall my son is now and how grown up he looks, even though everyone had seen him a year ago at another graduation party. Young boys seem to do that, growing leaps and bounds in just a year, until they're hardly recognizable.
After the party we went home and Dan and I watched Last Chance Harvey while the kids played a video game.
On Sunday morning, I made pancakes for breakfast to celebrate Luke's birthday. We watched the Sunday Morning Show, then Dan and Luke headed "back down south" for another round of baseball games, taking Emily with them. It gave me a few hours to clean the house, do some laundry, bake a cake and clean the downstairs rec room. A job I most intensely dislike. I don't get down there as much as I should and when I do, I find havoc has been wreaked. (?? Can havoc be wreaked? Or do you just wreak havoc?) Anyway, finding cups, glasses, and dirty socks galore, I picked up, vacuumed and set everything straight.
Dan and the kids arrived home just as my Dad and Carol arrived for the birthday celebration. My Aunt Ann and the rest of the family (brother, sister-in-law, nephews, one with a girlfriend in tow), followed.
We ate pizza, drank wine and assorted beverages, and had birthday cake. Chocolate cake, strawberry frosting and neopolitan ice cream, as requested by the birthday boy. I love family birthday celebrations. Everyone gather around the kitchen table, squeezed in, having homemade cake and talking at once.
That night, Dan and I watched Frost/Nixon. I liked it. Then, as is my practice, afterward I googled the whole story and watched the real tapes. The movie was then a disappointment.
On Memorial Day, ("second verse, same as the first!"), Dan and Luke headed back down south for another round of baseball, taking Emily with them. I went to meet a couple of women from my centering prayer group to discuss our lesson for the week. At noon, I drove to meet Dan and the kids, to go to a Rockies game. Just as it was starting to rain. We met up at a friend's house to leave one of our cars. Then we decided to go have lunch at a nearby deli, rather than head over to the ballpark. We finished lunch, found out the game was on a rain delay, but eventually got over there and the rain stopped. It would have been just as well if it had kept raining, because the Rockies got spanked but good by the Dodgers, and by the 7th inning we left.
Denver redeemed itself when the Nuggets beat the Lakers that night. During the game, I baked two dozen giant-sized cupcakes for a banquet later tonight, and helped one child create an Alkhar the Great costume for a final presentation today.
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