Last Friday I took the day off (except for that hour and a half I spent on a conference call and completing expense reports) to get ready for the weekend "festivities". My son Tim turned 30 on March 16! He came to Big Hill last weekend to celebrate with us, and I ordered a coconut cream pie from Pie Peddlers, one of Tim's favorites.
I was in the store chatting with my friend Betty Grace, who works there on weekends- and on Spring Break in this case- and as I was leaving experienced a palpable feeling of belonging, of happiness, of being home. I have learned to cherish those brief moments, small as they seem, because in the long run they are the times I remember as my happiest.
That good feeling carried over through the whole weekend. Ashley was home from College Station for the weekend, too. We didn't do anything special. We watched a movie, Tim and I played Scrabble, Ashley studied, I cooked, we all cleaned for a visit from my boss that never happened- but, boy! The house looked great! We sat outside and watched the evening fade to night and the Perigee moon rise over the horizon; we ate burgers at The Green Pickle and listened to a loud and kind of pushy band- "I like beer if you want to buy me one". What??
We slept in, but the "kids" slept in later. I gave Sweet Pea, my cat with very long and very thick fur, a bath to try and stave off her prolific shedding, and Ashley and I brushed the other three pets.
I played my new-to-me white Yamaha baby grand that Tracy bought after his house sold. This one came up on Craig's list just at the right time. I had traveled to Winnsboro, TX the weekend before to check it out and was delighted to find it had been in the loving care of a very nice woman. It will certainly have a happy home on Big Hill.
An ordinary weekend, but a really, really good one.
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