I've been complaining lately that I don't have enough hours in the day to do what I need to do AND what I want to do. Sunday, around 3PM, I realized that if I'm going to wish for more time, I've got to wish for the energy to use it.
We only have two kinds of weekends, it seems...either there is nothing at all going on, or every minute is double-parked. This was one of those packed weekends, starting with Friday...downtown for my haircut and dinner with Daniel (vegetarian tortilla soup and then one of the best pizzas I've ever eaten, the "Mega-Veggie"at the Mellow Mushroom...we sat in front by the window overlooking the sidewalk on Guadalupe, which on Friday afternoons is filled with some very colorful people...) Then...the grocery store, the ultimate energy sucker, especially on Friday nights.
Saturday was up with the sun. Kendall had an appointment with Vasara Photography (my idea, not hers, but she agreed to it for my sake), and morning light is best - the photographer shoots outside. Unfortunately, wind gusts of 30 mph are a problem with outdoor photography: they called and rescheduled for next month. Kendall went back to bed, but I had my own appointment with the computer to finish FAFSA. (Finally finished, but now I have Special Circumstances forms to fill out.)
Saturday was also getting the call that my cousin Carolyn had died. Her daughter Sherlyn and I have been close since the beginning of our memories, and the rest of my day was colored with thoughts of her loss and pain.
Tom's aunt and uncle arrived after lunch, their first stop on their way back to Wisconsin from the Texas coast where they take a month-long break from the snow each winter. Before they could catch their breath, we were headed to our friend's house by the lake - a last-minute get-together where I FINALLY got to see some of my Lago girls for the first time in months.
Another friend from scouting days was having a 50th birthday celebration the same night, so we cut the first visit short, drove to the other side of town and hiked into the woods to a rustic wood-and-rock stage and amphitheater. We missed the main band, but arrived in time to listen to three pre-teens rocking out.
We weren't there long before I could hear my bed calling, despite the beautiful night - stars sparkling in the clear sky above the treetops - and cozy firepit.
Sunday was waving goodbye to Larry and Cathy, rushing to church, and looking forward to my friend Clint's art show at House Wine that evening. I awoke fresh and energetic, so I was surprised when a wave of "blah" washed over me and I knew I would never last long enough for the art show. (His work is supposed to stay on exhibit all this month, though, and I'm hoping I can get down there to see it soon.)
When my friend Kim called to see if I wanted to meet her at the mall - the halfway point between our houses now - I had to rev myself up and go. It had been way, way too long since the last time I saw her. Sometimes you just have to be spontaneous...jump on chances when they appear.
Back home, I tried to get some work done on the computer, but it was impossible to connect my thoughts through the fog that had gathered in my brain. I finally just gave up and told the weekend goodnight. Sleep seemed like a great way to spend those last few Sunday hours.
(birthday boy, John, with his wife Karen; warming up on a chilly Texas night; the bandstand)
