Like a rollercoaster ride, this week has had highs, lows, and white-knuckle moments. There were times when all I could do was close my eyes and hang on, waiting for the weekend, optimistic it would be another good one.
The week started on a definite high - Kendall's graduation...a house full of family and friends helping us celebrate...worshiping Sunday surrounded by all three kids...a relaxing, delicious dinner with neighbors Sunday evening...and a free ping-pong table. I love ping-pong, and I love free stuff!
But Monday the week took a stomach-flipping dive, followed by near-whiplash-inflicting twists and turns - the whole mess with the property next door...phone call after phone call after phone call...a trip to the vet with Max for his sore foot...tornadoes too close for comfort...my van going on strike Friday...
It wasn't all bad, though. The Daddy-Long-Legs are back. Some people might not think this was a good thing, but I like Daddy-Long-Legs...I like the bouncy way they walk, the way they huddle together on the porch ceiling, and the way they eat other insects. They are so unique - I just like to look at them.
And it's baby deer season. I saw two or three on my way home from work this week, and Daniel surprised one in the woods. There's hardly anything cuter than a baby deer, so tiny and speckled with white spots. You can't help but smile when you see one, no matter what else is going on your life.
Friday night the ride turned into nothing but fun when our new/old friends Shari and Robert rolled into our hollow for the night. We talked for hours and hours - Friday night while out on the back deck, listening to music and watching the distant lightning, and Saturday while trekking through the woods, eating at Sonic and driving around Lago Vista (well, half of it, anyway).
Saturday evening it only got better - listening and dancing to Driftwood Moon, Shari's brother Andy's band. They played everything from America to Motown on the tree-covered patio of I'noz, a quaint little restaurant in Wimberley with a view of Cypress Creek...it was yet another Deer Park High School mini-reunion with members from the classes of '77, '79, and '83 - a perfect way to wind down a wild week. Now I only regret it ended so soon!
