Dear Diary – Eldest Son made it home for Easter, but his girlfriend and her sister did not. She lost or had her passport stolen two days before flying home from the Dominican Republic. The irony is that we know someone who lives there and lives 5 minutes from the airport, but she is in Canada.
Thursday night, Hubby set out to pick up Youngest Son when his 10 p.m. class ended. I suggested he pick up a snack on the way home, like a doughnut. But guys being guys, they went for burgers and onion rings, while I was stuck at home with a banana. I went to rehearsal and played Minecraft at home, waiting for them. I knew I wouldn’t sleep until they were home, or if I did, I would catch just enough Zzzs to feel like the walking dead. I got my hug after midnight.
Morning came far too early. I left out the box of sad, homemade cinnamon ellipses for Youngest Son. It was a new recipe and I won’t be trying it again. They were dry and biscuit-y, very disappointing. Youngest Son liked them though, and ate them all. He’s a growing boy!
After the Good Friday service, I helped finish transforming our platform décor for Easter. It’s amazing what pool noodles, hockey tape, spray paint, coffee sticks, and craft foam can create.
Eldest Son and his girlfriend’s Mom arrived in Canada Friday evening and he called us before bedtime. He was lonely and would be down in the morning.
After he cleaned up after his cat.
The lady who was looking after Webster couldn’t find the litter box so it didn’t get cleaned all week. Webster objected by peeing in the bathtub and all over Eldest Son’s new bath mat.
He arrived in time for ribs and mashed sweet potatoes, with a lot of fragrant laundry.
Sunday morning was early too as I was serving on the worship team and Hubby was manning the cameras and streaming. But it was a beautiful service.
Before I left the house, I popped a small frozen turkey in the oven. The directions said it would take approximately 6-7 hours, and I knew the boys were leaving after an early dinner because the traffic would be heavy. The turkey smelled done when we arrived home at noon so I checked it with a thermometer. It said it was over. But when we carved it later that afternoon, the turkey was quite rare at the bone.
I had envisioned a lovely “sit down” family dinner at the dining table, but the table is still an office for Hubby (who worked at home on Thursday so he could pick up Youngest Son). By the time we had food ready, it was almost time for the boys to leave. We ended up with more of a “grab what you can that’s edible and run” meal, which honestly, is more “us” than the idyllic traditional family gathering.
I did 9 loads of laundry this weekend, between Hubby and I, both boys, Angus and Webster. I deserved my quiet evening with Minecraft and tea.
I spent Monday and Tuesday preparing for my vacation. Not to the sunny DR, but to my chilly hometown. I was looking forward to leaving the idiot city drivers behind. This week I had a white pick up truck in a hurry dash out in front of me, even though there was no one behind me. But then proceeded to slow down to a crawl and speed up a few times. I assumed he was looking for a driveway and I tried to be patient. Cars started piling up behind me. And then he stopped. In the middle of the lane. And sat!
I could see the driver…drinking.
Now I get thirsty in the car sometimes too, but I have never stopped in the middle of a lane of traffic to chug a coke. Cars flew past me and I finally pulled out to pass as well. The young male driver was indeed chugging something in a blue can. I hope it was Pepsi and not Budweiser.
I looked in the rearview mirror. Refreshed, he was turning into the next driveway.
I never suggested you were a bad driver. I’m sure that mailbox totally swerved right front of you.
Unknown
Angus and I set out in the rain, heavy rain that was already pooling in the gutters along the side roads. There seemed to be an inordinately large number of transports, some with double trailers, on the highway. So the spray combined with the rain made it an interesting trip to say the least. Surprisingly, I met very few drivers recreating chase scenes like from the TV show, Miami Vice (but on wheels). There was certainly enough water on the roads for boats. Most drivers were content to drive under the speed limit and leave space.
I did have to laugh at one silver car. They were signaling left and I wondered why they weren’t going. The lane was clear. It was because they were waiting to pull off the highway…to the right.
I remembered to pack my orange toothbrush. It’s new. Hubby got it for me because I kept grabbing his. He usually gets ready for bed before me ( because I’m tossing in laundry, putting away snacks, or tucking Angus in bed) so he puts the toothpaste on. My toothbrush was blue, but in my defence, his toothbrush has always been blue. Is it any wonder I rush in late and grab the yellow one?
Tonight Eldest Son’s girlfriend is spending her last night, poolside by the beach. I spent last p night staring at a blank t.v. because the satellite was out, listening to thunder rumbling as it snowed heavily and sideways. The birds at the feeder were confused. A lone mourning dove stood so long in the thick falling snow, he collected snow on his back. What happened to Spring? Two days ago I was outside in a t-shirt and bare feet.
I think the rest of the week will be spent drinking hot tea, watching Escape to the County re-runs, and negotiating a hostage situation…some bunny stole all the candy and is holding it hostage. I’m not sure there will be any survivors. Wish me luck!
At my age I can hide my own Easter eggs. Wait an hour, then I have no idea where I hid them.
Anonymous