Monday, March 13, 2006

Weekend Report

*Well, I have to start out by telling you that only the last poem I posted on Friday was original to Isaac. I believed him when he told me he composed them. Diana discovered that he had actually swiped the others from a book of Foxtrot comics we have. When she confronted him, evidence in hand, he sheepishly admitted it. Then she berated him for his plagiaristic tendecies to get even for the taunts. Now I may have to go dig out stories of his I know to be original so I can prove the kid is witty. I need a suitable punishment for me as a librarian wannabe who failed to do adequate bibilographic verification too. Eeeeeeek! Apologies for saying the kid wrote all those when he clearly didn't.

*The kids and I went down to my mother's house this weekend for the first time since Christmas. It's odd how as I was graduating high school I wanted to leave and never look back. I was not one of those tearful graduates who had to be pushed from the nest. I couldn't wait to get out of there. As I am getting older there is a strange pull back there though. Just a few odds and ends from the weekend...

*I am officially getting old. I went back for a baby shower for a the wife of a cousin I used to babysit. Darned kid is gonna be a father. What does that make me?? And he's going bald. I'm not old enough to have babysat anyone who could be old enough to be going bald!

*The weirdest baby gift was an electric babywipe warmer. Is it me or does this seem a bit superfluous? The nicest gifts were some personalized handmade items. How can you not love a hand crocheted afghan?

*I mentioned it back in a post in October but it bears repeating. I love driving home through the farm country. The corn fields are ever changing. They tell me spring is on the way.

*It felt good to be barefoot outside for the first time this season. I hate wearing shoes. The paved driveway and the squishy yard felt good under the soles of my feet.

*The sound of my son's laughter is beautiful music. Playing catch OVER my mother's garage roof was a fun, giggle-filled twist. I hope he never forgets how to laugh and be silly.

*Listening to my two girls play a duet on trumpet and clarinet is a moment of pure joy, whether they squeaked notes or not. They are making something beautiful together and enjoying the process. I want them to know what a gift they've been given in each other and to cherish that gift.

*It bothers me that Dad is on the outs with both my brother and my step-brother these days. Why is it more important to these three men that they be 'right' than that they be at peace?

*Watching Mom sew is a comforting thing. I'm not nearly as adept as she is but I am glad she taught me and that I learned well enough to be able to make wearable clothing. I'm happy that she is able to do it for fun now instead of working in a miserable sweatshop of a garment factory like when I was a child.

*I love the way my stepmother giggles like a kid.

*I worry about my stepfather.

*It was a very good weekend. How was yours?

15 comments:

Jodes said...

it was light outside when I left the house this morning at 6am, that was so nice.

Jodes said...

i KNOW Lime, I was not referring to you, I love your visits by the way!!!!

logo said...

This weekend I went to play in the woods with some girl friends, and it was great!

barefoot_mistress said...

Yay I got to be barefooted too..that is, until it started snowing here for about 10 minutes! Sheesh this is weird weather we're having, isn't it?

I can sure relate to enjoying sewing and not being in a sweat shop....

Glad you had a good weekend!

gloria jean said...

Wow. What a full weekend! I went out to a Japanese steakhouse with some girlfriends for one of their BDays then we went for stand up comedy and dancing at a club. You think that you feel old? One of the young boys (avg age was probably 22) thought he was complimenting us on how sexy we were when he said we looked like "Desperate Housewives". Geesh.

The Village Idiot said...

sounds like a great weekend...I got to finish sealing the grout on the tile i put in the bathroom, reinstall the toilet and pedastal sink and make a threshold ...all good fun

James Goodman said...

I think you should punish him by making him write a heartfelt, complimentary poem for Diana.

My weekend was pretty darn great, btw...

Blither said...

haha.. I'm going with James Goodman. Or a heartfelt poem for his Mama :)

Damn. I can't remember my weekend... Gimme a min, I'll find it in this head of mine somewhere!

miss_lissa said...

My weekend was spent...
>snuggling and giggling with my 4 yr old who climbed into my bed at 6 am saturday morning. She told me under the covers in a secret "shell" that I'm the bestest mommy ever.
*sigh* I love her.
>Boxes. Lots of boxes. We got roomies this weekend (check out my blog for the action)
>Drinking on was friday night. I made paralyzers and then we went out.
>visiting over a cup of coffee with my mom & dad. They are two of my closest friends.
>blogging.
>laughing
>texting
>flirting
>singing
>dancing &
>running.

I love weekends & home made afghans. Sounds like you had a great weekend.

Top cat said...

Wow! what a great weekend you had lime, I enjoyed your descriptions of the times with your family.

We spent the weekend trying to relax from an intense week at work, a few beers, some music and watched a couple of concerts on DVD.
Saw a fantastic SciFi movie on TV called "Dark City".

Did some blogging, writing and made a big pot of chili.

Phain said...

I love weekends like that. But I'll add "listening to daughter singing." Spontaneous and off key - doesn't get much better...

Mark Leslie said...

Sounds like a fun filled weekend - I particularly liked your comment: "I hope he never forgets how to laugh and be silly." Great sentiment - I hope so too.

Chickadee said...

I have seen those electric babywipe warmers at Babys R Us. Ummm, yea...how cold do tushy wipes get anyways? And I imagine that a cool wipe on an irritated bottom probably feels good.

DaMasta said...

I RAN out of the house when I turned 18. I moved far away. And now, 8 yrs later, I live 1.8 miles away. Weird how that happens.

MyUtopia said...

I know what you mean, these kids I use to nanny are in college and engaged...so freakin depressing!!